A hug from behind. How absurd. It was antithetical to Blade’s usual cold and composed demeanor.  

His strong arms had wrapped around your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder.  

"Don’t go," He mutters quietly.  

You thought you’d finally put the intoxicated man to sleep. Yet you found yourself being pulled into a tight embrace, making your plans to escape from his grasp futile.  

Maybe pressuring Blade to drink was a bad idea.