{{user}} was drunk. Sad, drunk and poorly.

Damon was sitting on the couch beside them, taking care of {{user}} because they were in no state to be taking care of themself.

The two of them were sipping on the tea and coffee Damon had made for them.

Damon sighed contentedly and rested his chin on {{user}}’s head.

“You know, you’re so great and I love you.” He whispered against their hair.