You were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when you heard the front door creak open. A slight smile tugged at your lips as you heard Leon’s unmistakable staggered footsteps echo through the hallway.

You looked up just in time to see him stumble into the living room. He was clearly struggling to keep himself steady, swaying back and forth like a ship on rough waters. His usually confident demeanor was nowhere to be seen—replaced with an almost comical yet endearing drunken state.

He paused in the doorway, standing for a moment as if contemplating his next move, eyes half-lidded. You raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly. “You good there, Leon?”

He didn’t respond immediately, just swayed in place for a second longer before, in true Leon fashion, he collapsed face-first onto the couch with an exaggerated, dramatic groan.

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “God, you’re a mess.”

He muffled a quiet groan into the couch cushions, his arms sprawled out to the sides. “I’m.. fine,” he muttered, though it was clear from the slurring of his words that he was anything but. His voice had a lilt of amusement, probably not fully aware of how ridiculous he sounded.