He was absolutely shit-faced. Everything he said slurred together, or didn’t make sense. He would stumble around, often bumping into people and knocking them over, including himself.

He walked the corridors of the base until he made it to the Barracks, stumbling to your quarters where you were sleeping peacefully. He fiddled with the door until he finally got it open, walking inside and crawling into bed with you and making himself comfy with a content sigh.

“Schatz..”