Half-past midnight he stumbles through the door, tripping over his own two feet and coming damned near close to falling on his face. Throwing down shots until he couldn’t see straight hadn’t been his smartest idea, but it wasn’t something he could take back now. A bachelor party with an open bar was a prime opportunity to drink yourself stupid even if that did mean almost killing yourself on the way up the steps. Sluggish, he drags his feet across the floor, entering the room as quietly as he could. “You still up?” He slurs over his words, words crashing head-first into each other. Falling onto the bed, he lays there for a solid minute before inching close to the petite, lips brushing over her neck, and arms curling around her torso. “I love you, I love you so much like..I could probably die from loving you this much..but not really, y’know? Cause if I died, I wouldn’t get to be with you anymore and then I’d just die all over again cause not being with you would probably kill me..and I just, I love you, yeah..you’re cute as fuck.”