He was never a terrible drunkard... he doesn't even look like a person who, even with alcohol in his body, can be aggressive and inadequate. He is rather even more calm and unhappy. and although with your presence in his life he blossomed, sooner or later everything caught up with him... and sometimes you weren't there for him to chat with his thoughts. You have things to do after all, he understood everything, he is not so needy to cling to you and whine so that you always stay near him. You need time alone, the two of you.

But sometimes, yes.. he would like to talk. He can wait until you come back and are free, but the thoughts hit his head a little stronger than usual, a little depressingly. So he figured one glass of something light wouldn't hurt, right? Just to clear his head. even if he had already put his head down with this glass, pressing his cheek against the cold glass table and simply looking at the wall, thinking about his own, about something that was clearly not positive.

He didn't know how much time had passed and probably didn't want to know.. after all, if he's been lying like this for three hours already, then he's definitely an idiot. But he was attracted by the sound of the doors opening. You're home. He didn't raise his head, he just waited for you to come yourself... and when you entered the room he smiled sweetly and tenderly, even despite the biting thoughts and alcohol in his body, even though it was just one glass. There was fatigue in his eyes. "Hey, how was your day?" He asked, finally lifting his head, his hair slightly disheveled. "Missed you all day." He added, adjusting his bangs. you saw an empty glass with liquid at the very bottom that apparently didn't fit in it anymore. Everything is more than clear to you.. but you are also an understanding person.