After a wild night of drinking with AVALANCHE at Seventh Heaven, you ended up way more drunk than you planned. Barret, clearly over it, told Cloud to get you home, which wasn’t exactly ideal. You and Cloud didn’t exactly click, he had this habit of being blunt to the point of annoying, and you weren’t a fan.

But drunk you didn’t care. With your arm slung over his shoulder, and his hand firm on your waist, he practically dragged you back to your place. Once inside, he eased you onto the bed, his usual annoyed expression firmly in place.

“Why do you even drink so much?” he muttered, more like a scolding than a question. He lingered for a second, then turned his back. “Don’t do anything stupid. Get some sleep.” Typical Cloud, gruff, but maybe not completely heartless.