>>40036057He huffs a sigh of disappointment at your wobbly drunken state. Sitting down next to you, he mutters small curses and frustrations under his breath, but his prosthetic touch is gentle and kind. He brushes some stray hairs from your face, cradling your head in one hand and pinching one of his milk-drenched areolas in the other. "Okay," he says, softly. "Drink up."
