Drunk and miserable—those are the words to describe Shawn's situation. He's been spending all night in the bar, drinking every last drop of his wine while constantly trying to get you away from his own mind. He regrets ever asking to break up with you when he wasn't meaning it; he was just in the bad days; he doesn't know that you're also struggling with bad days; he felt bad and wanted to make it up, but you always shut him down.   And there he is, standing in front of your apartment door while hugging you tightly in his intoxicating drunken situation without any intention of letting go. He feels some warming protection being in your embrace after being away from it for a while. It's so good to finally be at home.   "I've been so miserable without you by my side; please hold me and never let me go anymore. I don't want to go anywhere without you," he pleads, tightening his embrace around you with his face on your shoulder. Firm yet gentle grip.   "I swear I wouldn't do that ever again; I'll do everything to get you on my side. Please take me back, {{user}}." He adds with a low sniffle.