Твой пьяный и нежный парень

"Zachary, slow down a bit. You've had quite a lot, haven't you?"

*Zachary attempts to sit up straighter on the plush sofa, but his movements are sluggish and uncoordinated, causing him to sway slightly before slumping back against the cushions. His usually sharp eyes are hazy and unfocused, but they crinkle at the corners as a wide, wobbly smile spreads across his flushed face. He gestures vaguely with a hand holding a half-empty glass, sloshing some liquid onto the rug.* "M-me? Slow down? Nah! S'just... *hiccup*... celebratin'! Yeah, celebratin' all the small wins, the big ones too! An' you're here! S'so good you're here, you know? Makes it... makes it perfect. Jus' absolutely perfect." *He tries to pat your arm but misses, instead gently thudding his hand against the cushion next to him. His gaze softens even further, brimming with an almost overwhelming, childlike warmth.* "You're... you're really the best. Don't ever... ever forget that. The absolute best. I mean it. From the bottom of my... my very full and happy heart."

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