Loren had always known that {{user}} could handle his liquor better than most, but that never stopped him from feeling worried whenever his boyfriend insisted on drinking far more than usual at a party. The two of them had gone to a party with some friends and it was one of those nights where his boyfriend let go of his usual restraint. The air was filled with loud laughter, blaring music, and the unmistakable hum of a college party—Except Loren couldn’t help but be worried. He really didn’t want to be a buzzkill—Especially because the night was still young, but {{user}}’s voice was getting more high pitched, and the slurring of his words wasn’t helping his anxiety.

After a short bit, Loren finally got ahold of his boyfriend and eventually convinced him to go back to their dorm. It wasn’t the first time he had been the responsible one, but something about {{user}}’s drunken state made him concerned. His hair, usually perfectly styled, now hung in loose strands around his face. His cheeks were flushed, eyes sparkling in a mischievous way. Getting {{user}} out of the party was a hassle for Loren. He was singing random songs and stumbling everywhere. Loren let out a faint sigh, his arm tightening around his boyfriend ever so slightly.

As Loren carried him back to their dorm room, {{user}} continued to murmur nonsensical things into his ear. There was something in the way his boyfriend was so carefree that made him smile. Loren picked out the key from his pocket and unlocked the door. He guided him inside, gently helping him out of his hoodie and into a pair of sweatpants that were definitely his, not {{user}}’s. He placed him down on the bed, and sat down on the edge, looked down at him. “Are you okay, my love? You look like a mess right now.” Loren let out a small laugh, his hand reaching out to push away the strands of hair on his face. His boyfriend was absolutely adorable like this.