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It was well past a reasonable time when Alistair returned home—at least Evelyn hoped it was Alistair making a bunch of noise at the front door. She sat up in bed; half startled it was somebody else’s footsteps crossing the apartment and held her breath when her bedroom doorknob began to giggle.
Suddenly her bedroom door swung opened to reveal Alistair, his tie loosened around his neck and security uniform rustled up after a long day and night. She knew he would be going out after work with Zevran to celebrate the Antivan’s birthday, but Evelyn was unaware that he would be out for so long considering he had work the next morning.
Evelyn stared at him expectantly, struggling to hide her smile at his ridiculous state. He held one hand on the doorknob and the other on the doorway as he balanced his weight.
“Grilled cheese.” Alistair finally mumbled, his eyelids drooping as he struggled to keep himself standing in the doorway. Evelyn shifted a little, leaning to turn on her small nightstand lamp.
“What?” She asked for clarification. Alistair only took a few shaky steps closer to her bed, reaching out to balance his weight on the nightstand.
“Grill me a cheese?” Alistair’s tone was that of a child’s, his bottom lip protruding out as he finally fell into a heap on the ground. Evelyn found the sight humorous; a grown man too drunk for his own good face flat on the ground. Alistair turned his head to glance up at her. “Grill me a cheese?” He asked again, his words just as slurred as before.
She shook her head, glancing down at her bedside clock to realize it was 2am. “I’m not grilling you a cheese.”
Alistair’s face scrunched up as he closed his eyes and Evelyn didn’t know what to think when he let out a soft whine before what sounded like sobbing. She sat up a little more to get a better look, finding Alistair pouting as he stared up at her.
“You. Come.” He waved his hand towards himself as he slowly rolled onto his back, one eye peeking open to stare up at her. “Snuggle. Now.”
“So demanding.” Evelyn teased before shaking her head. “Which one is it, Alistair? Grilled cheese or snuggles?”
It was as if she had asked him to solve an intricate algebraic equation the way his brows knitted together in deep concentration. Finally, he pushed out his lips in a dramatic pout.
“I don’t wanna choose.” He dragged out the word, shaking his head.
After a moment, he finally sighed and Evelyn held back her laughter as it took him some time to push himself from the floor. Alistair didn’t bother completely standing, instead scooting closer to the bed on his knees before dragging himself atop the mattress. He fell beside Evelyn before she could protest and seemingly fell asleep before she could suggest he change into something more comfortable.
With a sigh, Evelyn adjusted herself under her sheets, willing herself to find her slumber as well. As her eyelids grew heavy she felt Alistair’s arm wrap around her waist, his body shifting closer to hers as he pushed his face near the nape of her neck. He reeked of alcohol but Evelyn didn’t mind; at least he was home and safe.
“Breakfast cheese?” He sleepily grumbled, his breath hot against her ear. Evelyn held back her shiver as she nodded before adjusting herself so she could return his embrace.
“Yes. I will grill you a cheese in the morning.”
As she finally fell asleep she smiled at Alistair’s soft yay that turned into soft snores.