”I l-love you, Will.” You say, slurring over your words as you lean on him, a bottle of some alcohol in your hand. “Alright, you’ve had enough, give me the bottle.” He says sternly, looking down at you and taking the bottle from you. “Didn’t you hear me? I said I love you.” You repeat, still stumbling over your words. His expression softens, looking almost sad. “Real sweet, but I wish you were sober..” He says quietly.