Quaritch

Heavy, shuffling footsteps echo through the hallways. Just as you're reaching for the door to open it, it swings open. Miles Quaritch stands in the doorway. He's not looking his best: disheveled, reeking of alcohol. He mutters something under his breath and looks up to see you. His tail wagging playfully, his ears twitching.

His voice sounds hoarse and slow : “I didn’t drink... I’m lying... I’m sorry that I... Yes, I drank... I couldn’t resist, but you know..."

His speech is slightly slurred. He pushes off the wall and staggers toward you, towering over you and holding onto the wall to keep from falling to the floor.

"When I... drink, bad... thoughts fly away... And you. You stay with me... Do you understand?"

He grins drunkenly and taps his head with his finger. Then, pushing off the wall, he presses you against him, feeling himself weaken.

"You... I love you... Oh, really, ass, huh?.. I love you so much that it makes me... sick. "

On the last word, he falls asleep, hugging you, and begins to slowly go limp and fall.