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...?"
