C40 MML 40

I helped Roy lie down in their bedroom, just as I expected, his wife Auntie Anne hadn't come home tonight again. She was probably with his man.

We practically stumbled up the stairs due to his heaviness, and my vision was getting blurry as well because of the drunkenness.

"Fuck," Roy whispered.

I couldn't count how many times he'd cursed since I found him on the terrace earlier