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He smells of clean laundry, a faint smell of cigarettes, and something impossibly him. It's the kind of smell that calms you down and lulls you to sleep. The kind of smell that makes you all fuzzy and warm and that makes you smile with content. On bad days, the smell of clean laundry leaves and is replaced by the strong smell of alcohol while he clings onto you and mumbles incoherent things. You still love him, and you clean him up, because no matter how messy and lost he is, you still love him.