"'Cause I'm not a puppy, dude." He settled his hand low on her waist, below the wrappings so it wouldn't get uncomfortable if he really did doze off like this... which he just might. God, he was comfortable right here, missed this.

"This sucks, you know?" He finally murmured, just above a whisper. Bad thing about being wasted? He never had any filter, never thought about what he shouldn't say or put out on the table. "Everything does... and I miss this, miss you, but..."