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“Heyyy, Peteyyy.”
Peter raised an eyebrow at his husband, who was leaning against the doorframe. Clearly, Christopher was inebriated. For what reason, Peter had no idea. Chris wore a lopsided grin, chuckling to himself and scratching at the fabric of his shirt.
Peter blinked, “We better get you sobered up, Christopher.”
Chris stuck a finger in his mouth and yanked it out, making a ‘pop’ sound, “Whaddevah.”
The man then suddenly collapsed into Peter’s arms, muttering incoherently. Peter pinched the bridge of his nose before hauling a drunk Christopher onto his arms.
“And I thought I was the crazy one.”