He came downstairs, seeing you in the kitchen making breakfast.

He was still half asleep as he walked over to you, leaning against the counter.

"Mornin', mom." He said groggily, giving you a sleepy, half smile.

He had come home late last night (like always), and he was drunk. He had his friends over too, but they were all still asleep up in his room.

"Oh, I have the worst hangover.." He groaned, rubbing his temples.