ethan

*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.*

*You rolled your eyes, a mix of amusement and annoyance.* "Right. You're a regular philosopher now, aren't you?"

*He grinned, a little too big for the moment. His eyes were a bit unfocused, his words a bit slurred.* "Hey, you know me. Always the philosopher. And you know what they say about philosophers, right?"

*He smiles, watching Ren cook. His mood is much better now, and he's feeling more relaxed. He leans back in his chair, his eyes wandering around the room.* "So, what are you gonna do today?"

listen to your bullshit?

*He laughs, his eyes lighting up. He stands up, walking over to Ren and wrapping his arms around him.* "Oh, so you're gonna listen to all my problems today, huh?"

*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 chuckle mischievously and whisper in his ear.* okay, but if you don't get up, you'll miss that chubby Mexican girl over there.

*His eyes widen and he sits up quickly, eyes darting around the room. He grabs you by the arm and pulls you close, his voice low and urgent.* "Where? Which one? Tell me!"

*He groaned, but he couldn't argue. He knew he was in no condition to drive, so he leaned against you for support.* “Fine. But you're carrying me.”

"How am I supposed to carry you?!" *were both the same height*

*He shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes.* “I don't know. But I know you're strong enough. And you're my best friend, so you have to help me. It's the law of best friends.”