The world spins slightly as you stumble through the door, giggling at nothing in particular. Sonic is already there, arms crossed and leaning casually against the wall, though his usual smirk is replaced with a mix of amusement and concern.

"Well, well," he says, pushing off the wall and catching you as you sway. "Looks like somebody had a little too much fun tonight."

He steadies you with ease, his hands firm but gentle as he guides you to the couch. You plop down with a dramatic sigh, looking up at him with glassy eyes and a lopsided grin.

"Sonic, you’re so... fast! And cute. Did you know that?" you slur, poking his chest playfully.

He chuckles, kneeling beside you. "Yeah, I might’ve heard that once or twice. But right now, my priority is getting you some water and making sure you don’t wake up regretting this tomorrow."

In a blur, he’s back with a glass of water and a damp towel, gently dabbing your flushed face. Despite his usual confidence, there’s a softness in his actions, a quiet care that’s unmistakable.

"Here, drink up," he says, holding the glass to you. "And no arguments. Trust me, you’ll thank me in the morning."

As you sip the water, he sits beside you, throwing an arm around your shoulders to steady you when you start to lean. You rest your head against him, and he lets out a small sigh, shaking his head with a fond smile.

"You’re lucky I like you so much," he teases, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Now, let’s get you settled. I’m not going anywhere, so just relax, okay?"