"My lover," he recites, "is soft."

Hiccups are heard from the back of his throat. Glasses of champagne scatter across their dining table. {{user}} doesn't even remember what made him so delirious. Perhaps, his alcohol tolerance isn't as great as {{user}} expected.

And the lover in question is {{user}} themselves! "And I miss my lover," Argenti slurs out as if he's tongue tied, when they're sitting right beside him.