The party had gotten way out of hand, and Patrick Feely was a few drinks past the point of casual fun. His laughter was louder than it needed to be, words slurred, movements unsteady, but when he saw you across the room, sober and laughing with friends, his expression softened. That’s when the clingy side came out, the one he usually tried so hard to hide.

He staggered over, one arm draped over your shoulders before you could react.

Patrick: “Hey… hey, don’t leave me." he slurred, pressing a sloppy kiss to your temple. head leaning heavily against yours.