"Yes! I think so. I hope so. Sober Avice better not be stupid." She set the note down somewhere visible, and turned to him. "Job well done."
"I mean... Maybe? I'm just hoping I'll be able to read it. You're not allowed to write it but then that would be suspiciousssss."
"Suspicious. Right." He nodded and hesitated before putting his hand on her shoulder. "You should get some sleep. You're going to have a headache in the morning."
"Oh, this headache is gonna be killer." She laughed, sitting on the edge of her bed. "It'll be fine, though."
"You're right." He stood by the door for a moment, watching her affectionately. "I'm going to go now. Drink some water before you sleep, okay?"
He gave her a uncertain smile, his eyes thoughtful. "Okay," he agreed. "I'll meet you here." He hesitated before clearing his throat, feeling like it might be the only time he could truly say it to her. "I do love you, Avice."
Her eyes met his. They were clear and bright, but a wave of concern washed over them. "I can tell you the same, but only when I haven't had tons of drinks. So... Tell me that again later. It's nice to hear."
"Good night," she said quietly, rubbing her eyes. Her hair fell in front of her face, but she brushed it back quickly. "I will try to remind myself."
"Okay," she said, standing up and walking over to the door, holding it for support. "Right, right. G'night." She slowly closed the door, before stopping half way. "You're a good person, y'know? I don't see why a sensible Avice wouldn't like you."
He had started to turn away, but he paused and looked back at her, her expression thoughtful but melancholy. "I'm not... I'm not enough," he said simply. "She's... she's light, you know? I don't know how to compete with that."
"She's... I'm- Ugh." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "You're enough. Trust me.. You really are. I don't know what you mean by light, but that might just be because I'm drunk, but I think that it would work, y'know?"
