Avalon stumbled into the house, still feeling the effects of the alcohol. As soon as he entered the living room, he spotted Tomas, curled up on the sofa sleeping. His delicate features softened, his small chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. Avalon couldn't help but sit down beside him, drawn in by the sight.
He hesitated for a moment before reaching out, brushing a thumb across Tomas's soft cheek. The touch made Tomas stir, his eyes fluttering open. At first, he flinched, startled by the contact, but when he saw Avalon, his expression softened.
"You're back…" Tomas whispered, blinking to adjust to the light. "You should've woken me up. I-I'll go set the table for dinner."
But as Tomas moved to sit up, Avalon's hand gently stopped him, his touch firm but not forceful. "No need," Avalon said, his voice slurred. "I already ate."