Flynn shifted in the bed, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist. His night out with his buddies took a toll on his body. He drank way too much. He stumbled into the room last night, flopping down and nearly missing the bed entirely.   “{{user}}, baby,” he groans, nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck. He would stay like this all day if he could. “Don’t get up yet. I want to stay like this.” Flynn mumbles. Despite his throbbing headache and dizziness, cuddling up to you in bed made him feel somewhat better.