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It wasn’t an out of the ordinary occurrence for Wallace Wells to end up coming home drunk, in fact, it was more so a frequent experience if anything. Scott had gotten used to at this point. Wallace would throw open the door, ramble about whatever happened that day, then fall into bed.
So when Scott heard the door creek open, he really didn’t expect anything different. Except, this time it was a bit different.
When Wallace appeared through the door, he could barely stand up straight. He was wobbling and squinting his eyes. Scott wondered how he even made his way back to the apartment, beginning to become concerned for his safety.
Nevertheless, Wallace managed to throw off his coat and scarf while staggering into the kitchen. Scott watched the scene play out while he began to stand up from the arm chair.
To his surprise, Wallace was reaching in the cabinet, presumably trying to get something even though his drunk aim really didn’t help. Finally, after a few moments of struggling to become coordinated enough, Wallace’s hands grabbed a bottle of cheap wine from inside the cabinet.
Scott’s features furrowed in concern. Yeah, no, he definitely didn’t need more of that. He was already hammered enough to not even say hi to Scott when he came inside, which he would always do when he had at-least some sort of consciousness to him. Scott was well aware that Wallace was a heavy drinker, but he really did not need this right now. Wallace’s hair was already disheveled, his face flushed, along with him murmuring words that made no sense. Scott was concerned.
Moving into the kitchen, Scott tried to gently take the bottle from Wallace, all while Wallace was struggling to get said bottle open.
“Hey.. buddy.. I really don’t think drinking any more tonight is a very good idea.”
Wallace grunted and persisted on tearing the bottle away from Scott, back into his full possession. He clearly wasn’t listening.
“mmhm.. no.. shitty day. Need it”
Wallace spoke in a low voice, still not turning to face Scott. It seemed as if he had focused all his energy into getting the bottle open.
Scott cringed at Wallace’s comment. Usually, Wallace would just drink for the hell of it. Scott never realized how bad it could be on a day that Wallace considered not great.
Sighing, Scott semi-wrested the bottle out of Wallace’s hands. He was still quite strong for how drunk he was. In doing this, something of an annoyed cry came from Wallace. Now moping against the side of Scott, using him as some sort of a support beam.
“noooooo.. Shcottyy.. why would you..”
Wallace continued to whimper. Taking pity, Scott began to lead him over to the bed. Wallace was definitely exhausted.
When he almost had Wallace in bed, he heard Wallace make a weird gawking noise, followed by barf. Wallace in turn whined like a little child, standing in the puddle of puke.
Scott was a bit disgusted, but only then felt more bad. He knew Wallace was probably suffering through this too, or at-least he would be in the morning from the downpour of a hangover that he’d be receiving from all of this.
“Ah. well. I guess we’ll just have to get you cleaned up then Wallace.”
Scott took Wallace to the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet, avoiding any more puke accidents happening near where they sleep.
“Stay here. Don’t move. Well. I guess it’s not like you’d get very far anyways”
Scott left Wallace sitting on the toilet as he rushed out to grab a new shirt for him. Wallace’s sweatpants he’d worn out weren’t really affected by his puke. The same really couldn’t be said about his sweater, though.
He grabbed him a sleep shirt that was tucked neatly into Wallace’s drawers. Rushing back, he found Wallace with his head leaning against the corner of the bathroom sink.
“Here, you need to change into this, man. Your shirts pretty gross.”
Handing Wallace the shirt, Scott then walked out of the bathroom to deal with any puke that had landed on the floor. He retrieved any cleaning supplies they had in the kitchen, and cleaned it up the best he could. Good enough, he really couldn’t be bothered by it too much right now. Wallace was the main concern.
Going back into the bathroom, he was met with a struggling Wallace. The shirt was over his head, but it appeared he couldn’t exactly get his right arm into the arm hole. He gently grabbed Wallace’s arm and guided it in the right direction. Earning another pout from Wallace, who was clearly frustrated.
He finally then led Wallace to bed. The two both laid down, Wallace immediately curling in on himself in a semi-fetal position.
Scott laid down next to him, watching him for a while to make sure he was okay, and he was okay, until he started having small tears form in the corners of his eyes.
Scott scooted closer over to Wallace and decided he needed to at-least try and comfort his roommate, even if he wasn’t the best at it.
“Wallace.. hey.. what’s wrong?”
Scott waited for an answer while Wallace stirred and wiped his eyes.
“shiitttyyy day.. gonna die alone. y”know.. your probablyyy the only one who .. who likes me enufff to doooo thissss for me.”
Wallace’s answered tore on Scott’s heart. He really wasn’t well aware that Wallace’s sense of self worth was so low- considering Wallace was liked enough by plenty of people, he was just a bit closer to Scott because they lived with each-other… and bonded.. and cuddled. He certainly wasn’t going to die alone.
“What do you mean Wallace? I don’t. really understand, sorry”
God Scott really wished he was better at comforting people.
“Cant keep a relationship.. too many hookups. all sooo… soo worthless. nnevvver mean anything.. not likeee youuu though scoott! You.. you’re so prettty.. love you a lot. Tooo bad yoou aren’t as coool and gay as meeee. I’d askkk you out onnnaaaa dateee.”
Wallace’s answer now confused and surprised Scott even further. Did Wallace.. like.. him? He really didn’t want to press Wallace on the matter, considering he was very much drunk off his ass- he wouldn’t want to find out anything personal from Wallace while he was like this, even though Scott definitely wasn’t opposed to the idea.Scott began to think on how to reply, but his train of thought was once again cut short by Wallace now making an attempt to coddle Scott.
Wallace’s arms were lazily wrapped around Scotts waist, even hips, while his face was stuffed into Scotts shirt.
Oh. So this was happening now.
Wallace’s tears had finally stopped, and were replaced small murmurs coming from Wallace. Scott was a bit flustered by everything that had just happened. He guessed he was overthinking it, considering him and Wallace would snuggle together whenever it got cold in the apartment.. which was pretty often.
Scott cautiously laid down and a put a hand in Wallace’s hair. He let himself drift off to sleep, knowing he’d be dealing with a very hungover Wallace in the morning.
When Wallace opened his eyes, the first thing he realized was how loud everything felt. The second thing he realized was how nauseous he felt.
Groaning, Wallace rubbed his head, trying to put together what had happened the previous night. All he could remember was that he had a shitty day, and also that he decided to drink a lot. He smelt the warm scent of breakfast food, the food that he was used to making.
Sitting up, Wallace made his way into the kitchen so he could talk, and potentially apologize to Scott.
“Oh, morning Wallace, I made breakfast. You should also really drink that water, you look kind of rough.”
Wallace nodded and complied, drinking the cup of water that Scott had sat on the kitchen counter for him. He knew it’d probably be best to get some type of food in him, but the nausea was really pounding into his head.
Tentatively, Wallace nibbled on pieces of bacon that Scott had set neatly on a plate. Meanwhile Scott began to clean up the mess he made, which Wallace considered as the first time Scott has ever cleaned up anything.
Wallace figured he should really ask Scott about the events from last night.
“So.. uh.. guy, what exactly happened last night? I was pretty blacked out.”
This sentence earned a scoff from Scott.
“Yeah, I’d say blacked out is an understatement. You came home.. said you had a shitty day, threw up everything.. and told me some stuff I really don’t think you were ready to tell me sober.. if you don’t wanna talk about it.”
Oh.
Oh.
Wallace’s brain stopped functioning. He assumed that he had let the fact that he had a little bit of a crush on Scott slip, considering he pretty much told Scott everything else that ever happened in his life.
Trying to get rid of the shock, Wallace chugged another glass of water and gave Scott a nervous smirk.
“Thanks for cleaning me up.. I appreciate it a lot, guy. But Yeah, let’s pretend this never happened for now.”
Scott wished he didn’t have as much disappointment as he did. He really wanted Wallace to say that he liked him, just so he could say he liked him back.
“You should really stop drinking so much Wallace, I worry for you.”
And with that, the two finished breakfast and Scott started talking about Sonic the hedgehog.