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.*

Oh wow. A special conntection with a couch

*He laughed, a little too loudly, and sat up, swaying slightly.* "You're missing the point. The point is, it's not just any couch. It's special. I can feel it."

*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.*

*tries not to laugh*

*His eyes are locked on yours, his words coming out slowly, as if he's trying to remember what he's saying.* "I'm gonna be honest with you, bro. The couch is pretty hot."

*He smiles, a playful glint in the eyes. He walks in, shutting the door behind him.* "I just wanted to check on you. You know, make sure you're okay. And... maybe I could get some cuddles?"

see? that's what I said

*He chuckles, a teasing grin on the face. He walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you.* "Well, I'm here now. Can I get those cuddles?"

*He chuckles, his eyes wandering to the girls walking past the car.* "You're telling me you're not even a little bit interested? They're all so pretty, and they'd probably be interested in you."

"I'm interested in one thing." *He says, pulling out of the parking lot.*

*His eyes widen, and he leans closer, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.* "Oh, is that so? And what's that?"

*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!"