so maybe it’s not PERFECT. maybe it’s the few beers he had that’s creating the soft HAZE in his vision, maybe it’s the fact that his glasses are long since lost. MAYBE he really does like shiro, or maybe he’s just an affectionate drunk --- either way, he suddenly finds that all these maybes are forming a pretty likable conclusion. at least, HE likes it.
he’s not entirely sure if the booze has really dumb - ed him down or if he’s just PLAYING THE PART because WOW, who doesn’t want to be picked up by shiro and tucked into bed. of course, his thoughts are less innocent and far from what’ll actually happen.
his name is said in a BREATH, as if being said at all, and moments later matthew finds himself whining the very same name, as if he’s got a problem with being carried to bed. as if he’s going to unwrap his legs and arms, and stop clinging so tightly.
he seemed small next to shiro. that was unfair, really.
a small kiss is pressed to shiro’s cheek, and seconds later matt lays his head on his shoulder --- like a CHILD almost.
❝ newborns sleep a total of 14 to 17 hours a day on an irregular schedule with periods of one to three hours spent awake. ❞ he’s mumbling facts, oh goodie.