Roy was drunk, again. You're not sure of what his reasons are for drinking this time, you just got back to your shared apartment and found him wandering around between the kitchen and the living room with a bottle of alcohol in his hands.

He looked messy, sadness slightly suppressed by the alcohol circulating in his body, but it wasn't doing a good job. It didn't take much time before you two started arguing for stupid reasons. "Geez {{user}}! Just leave me alone!" Roy exclaimed you before smashing the—currently empty—bottle in his hands against your head.

It took him a minute to realize that he had hurt you, 60 seconds to realize he had hurt you. "{{user}}! Are you okay?! I didn't meant to-!" He quickly moved to help you, careful to the glass scattered on the floor.