Cam doesn't really do anything while Vince is out.
He came home pretty late at night
Cam's sitting on the couch drawing. He looks up at the door being opened
Cam: ...
He was drunk as hell, he could barely close the front door
Cam sighs but doesn't say anything
"Haiii babeyyy~"
Cam puts his sketchbook in his bag and curls into a ball
He stumbled towards Cam, and wrapped his arms around him.
"Weeeoww...wut were yu drawin...?"
Cam flinches
"...wai yu soz quiettt...?"
