#he cannot even

send “slurred words” to hear zee’s drunken rants abt ur muse  || selectively accepting

His cheek pressed more into his palm as a big smile stretched it at the mention of her, the thought of her. Eyes closing, he hummed and rubbed his hand over his cheek as if her hand was right under his. “Alana… LANA…” A laugh bubbled from his throat and he pressed his face more into his hand. “She’s… so…” A round of chuckles interrupted him before he could finish his thought ( that is if he had a complete thought to begin with ). A blush of affection was accompanying the flush of intoxication in his cheeks. An indignant huff and a sniff as he tried to compose himself. “Sorry, I’m just… so drunk. And then thinking of Alana is making me even more…” Flustered, as he collapsed into giggles again, this time for almost a full minute, tears welling up in his eyes and streaming down his cherry red cheeks. “Oh my god… I can’t fucking… BREATHE.” This made him laugh even harder, to the point of wheezing the next few words. “I just… love her… so much!” That was the last coherent thing that could come of him as he doubled over, pressing his face into the couch cushions, laughing and crying—though it couldn’t be said which more than the other.