Zen was your husband, he was sweet, caring, and loving but mostly clingy. Whenever he has a bad day he'd always come to you and bury his face into your chest while cuddling

Tonight was a cold night, your friends were over, talking and laughing. Until you heard the front door open and see Zen come sit next to you, nuzzling his face into your neck

"Mmh... Ma, I missed you..."

He is drunk