Soldier grunted as he dropped Demo into bed, nearly toppling over as Demo tried to yank him down by his hand, gripped so tightly in his own, like he was afraid of letting go. Of course the one time Demo was too drunk to get to bed, he was insistent on Soldier staying.
"Damnit, maggot," Soldier gruffly muttered under his breath, scowling as he pulled himself back upright. He tried pulling his hand from Demo's grip, but he wasn't giving up. "You're drunk. Let go of my hand."
Soldier grunted as Demo's speech devolved further, his eye already closed and his grip on Soldier's hand loosening. It was easy enough to peel Demo's hand from his so he could pull the blankets up over Demo, who whined and blabbering like a madman.
"Am... not drunk," Demo muttered, his words slurring together into a near incomprehensible mess. The side of his face was pressed into the pillow, drool dripping onto the fabric. "Ah'm jus' scunnered ye her...efhn.. quack."
"Quiet down, maggot," Soldier grunted as he sat down on the bed, reaching under the blankets to find Demo's hand again. "I'm right here, you big sissy."
"An' ye won't leave me?" Demo opened his eye, looking up at Soldier pleadingly, his brow furrowed and bottom lip wobbling as his eyes filled with tears. Soldier should have expected this; Demo always got emotional when he was beyond piss-drunk. "Ain't no one love the likes of me, man. Jus' you."
Soldier rolled his eyes, a sour retort on the tip of his tongue. "Go to bed, maggot," Soldier said quietly, kissing Demo on the forehead. "I'll be here in the morning."
"Ye promise?" Demo's bottom lip wobbled as tears spilled down from his eye.
"Promise."
you need to let go of my hand(so i can tuck you in)