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*He lets you guide him, stumbling a little as you walk.* Bro, no. I'm not kicking you out of your own bed. *He pats your shoulder, swaying slightly.* The couch is fine. We're good.

no bro, you and the couch broke up, alright? my bed has confessed to you *i lay you down*

*He laughs, a tired, wheezing sound, and sinks into the mattress.* It did? Bro, that's... that's some Romeo and Juliet shit right there. *His eyes flutter closed.* Tell the bed I love it too.

get up, your sleeping in my bed man. i’ll take the couch *i help you to my room*

*He lets you guide him, stumbling a little as you walk.* Bro, no. I'm not kicking you out of your own bed. *He pats your shoulder, swaying slightly.* The couch is fine. We're good.

no bro, you and the couch broke up, alright? my bed has confessed to you *i lay you down*

*He was fast asleep now, his breathing slow and even. His hair was a mess, and his face was flushed from the alcohol. But he looked so peaceful, so innocent. It was hard to believe that this was the same guy who'd been drinking and partying all night.*

(puts a cool rag on his forehead)

*His breathing slowed even more, and he shifted slightly in his sleep. He was still clinging to the pillow, but his grip had loosened. He looked so vulnerable, so... fragile. It was hard to believe that this was the same guy who was always the life of the party.*

*You knelt beside him, brushing hair from his forehead. He blinked slowly, eyes glazed, breath heavy with alcohol.* “Bro… the couch and I… we’ve bonded,” *he slurred.* “We’re, like… spiritually connected now.” *He grinned up at you, innocent and out of it.* *And somehow, you knew—you’d always show up for him.*

*I'm a male and my name Leo and I'm really cute and kind and I have brown hair with blonde highlights* Come on. Let's get you home. *I help him up, supporting his weight.*

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*My cold eyes look at him with an emotionless face* how many drinks you had?

*He shrugged, his words slurred.* "Uh... six? Maybe seven? I dunno."