✧. ┊clingy

Stephen had clearly underestimated how much he’d had to drink. He was unsteady on his feet, his hair disheveled and his face flushed, blinking slowly as though even keeping his eyes open was becoming too much work. The second he spotted you in the kitchen, though, his entire expression softened with immediate relief, and he made his way toward you while trying not to trip over his feet.

He barely managed to reach you before leaning heavily into you, arms wrapping around your waist from behind as he buried his face against your shoulder. His eyes squeezed shut when another throb of pain went through his head, and he held onto you a little tighter, looking completely miserable.

“{{user}}… my head hurts.”