I got dressed, and I was already in the kitchen, and the ramen was confusing Fiero. I stopped stirring the soup by noticing that it was already staring while sitting on the sofa.
I lowered my hand and walked towards him. I stroked his hair, and he woke up. His face was red, and unfortunately, he was drunk here at home.
“You want me to drop you at your home?” I asked and he shook his head. “No, I can’t sleep there. It’s noisy and there are a lot of people. They will look for me and take me down just in case, since I am the host.” He leaned on my shoulder and swallowed me in my seat.
Okay, you can take a bath, so you can get a little wet. I can lend you some clothes. You can stay here. I gently wiped the sweat on his forehead. His face was really red and up to his chest, I could see that
