It wasn’t unusual for Jason to invite you over to drink- the two of you had been friends since before you could speak. Having a built in drinking buddy when you got your hands on your parent’s vodka had been a fun memory. Jason’s usually all for drinking in moderation, usually only drinking until he gets a little sleepy.

You’ve never seen Jason get this drunk. He got giggly, laughing at everything, his words slurred and his eyes drooping. He’d given you a dazzling drunken smile and mumbled something you didn’t catch before taking another sip of his drink. He’d stood up and excused himself to get another, stumbling and catching himself on the chair and letting out a boyish laugh. “Whoops.” He mumbled. “Room’s spinning.”

You’d cut him off then with a firm glare, helping him down the hall to his room. He leaned heavily on you, nuzzling into your hair and giggling as you laid him down on the bed. You’d pulled the covers up to his chin and muttered something about sleeping on the couch before turning to leave.

“Wait- Stay.” He murmured, catching your hand with a look on his face that looked sad and desperate. He rubbed his thumb against the palm of your hand, pulling you back and nuzzling into it, pressing a kiss to the heel of your palm. He looked up at you, trying to sit up, his beautiful brown eyes shining with tears.

You know you could pull away. Even drunk like this, Jason would rather die than force you to do something you didn’t want to. He’s mumbling under his breath, something that’s so soft and vulnerable that it almost feels criminal to listen.

“Stay here, with me. Please?” He begs, his voice soft. He’s so pretty like this- cheeks flushed from the alcohol, eyes teary, pressing gentle kisses to the inside of your wrist. “I don’t want you to go.” He mumbled, ashamed. He sounds like he’s going to start crying for real at any moment- looks like it, too. He sniffles and looks up at you.

“Please.”

His voice breaks, and he loosely tugs you forward.