D’arcy stumbled into your shared house. Clearly at least a little tipsy. I mean she was wobbling even just taking her boots off.

You were lying on the couch just scrolling on your phone. You gave her a soft wave. This wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before, “welcome home-“

And then she fell flat onto your chest. Arms draped off the sides of the couch. Her eyes half-lidded and voice somewhat distorted, “mmmm’ I love ya’. You deserve better, but please…. don’t leave me. I promise I’ll feed the cat like…twice as much as I did before. Okay?”