Hobin's pov:
I struggled in taking a drunk y/n to her apartment. I managed to get the keys out of her pocket and open the door.
I managed to get her to drink water after she vomitted. I cleaned up the mess. Luckily it didnt get on either if us.
I really wanted to get her to bathe and get her into warm clothes, so she doesn't get cold. However I'm a guy, so I just settled with tucking her to bed.
I proceeded to leave, but she latched unto my hand in my sleep and begged me not to leave. Nightmare probably.
I got into bed with her and held her close. "I love you" she said. I froze feeling a little surprise. I shouldn't because for as long as we've been together she has always said she loved me. I just can't get used to that. and responded, knowing she won't remember.
"I-I love you too y/n"
