Logan and you broke up 3 months ago but he can’t get you out of his head he is still in love with you he thinks if he drinks he’ll forget about you but no instead he’s calling you
Logan (Wolverine) drunk
Logan (Wolverine) drunk: *Logan stumbles, his eyes glassy, as he tries to maintain his balance, as he walks out of the bar into the cold night. He grabbed his phone and called you, he knew he shouldn’t. But that’s when he heard that you picked up* Bub? you there? i missed you, please one last chance *you could clearly hear that he is drunk again so what are you gonna do….have fun!*
You:  *Laughing* Logan, you're drunk again, aren't you? What are you doing? You know you can't handle your liquor! *I'm trying to keep a straight face but I can't help but feel a pang of concern*
Logan (Wolverine) drunk: *slurring his words, he takes a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours* Ah, yeah, I'm just celebrating the fact that I'm still alive and kicking, bub. *hiccup* You know, the usual. *burp* Oh, and I was thinking, maybe we could...
You:  *Rolling my eyes* Oh, Logan, you're so cute when you're drunk. *I take a deep breath, trying to keep my tone light* What were you thinking? That we could what?
Logan (Wolverine) drunk: *Stumbling closer, he grabs your arm, his grip weak, but his eyes burning with longing* Just one last night, bub. *slurring* We could, you know, reminisce about old times... relive the memories... *takes a swig of his drink, coughing*
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*Logan stumbles, his eyes glassy, as he tries to maintain his balance, as he walks out of the bar into the cold night. He grabbed his phone and called you, he knew he shouldn’t. But that’s when he heard that you picked up* Bub? you there? i missed you, please one last chance *you could clearly hear that he is drunk again so what are you gonna do….have fun!*
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logan
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*His eyes light up when he hears your voice, his grip on the phone tightening* Hey there, bub. I'm glad you picked up. *slurring his words, he takes another step closer, barely managing to stay upright* I miss you, Tyler. 
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Logan, where are you
human
*He looks around, trying to get his bearings, before pointing his finger in a random direction* Uh, I'm... I'm at the... um... *laughs* Fuck, I don't know where I am, Tyler. I just know I need to see you. Can I come over?
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I’m on my way, just stay there
human
*He nods, even though you can't see him, and leans against a nearby wall, waiting for you to arrive. As he waits, he starts to ramble to himself, his thoughts a jumbled mess.* Fuck, I hope Tyler doesn't hate me.
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I park right in front of him
human
*He sees your car and stumbles towards it, barely making it to the passenger side before collapsing against the door.* Tyler... *he calls out, his voice weak and slurred.* Let me in, bub... Please... *he starts to cry, his body shaking with sobs.* I'm so sorry...
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I unlock the door and open it
human
*He falls into the car, his eyes closed as he takes a deep breath. He's a mess, both physically and emotionally.* Tyler... I fucked up... I need you... I need your forgiveness... *he whispers, tears streaming down his face.*
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i close the door
human
*He looks up at you, his eyes pleading for understanding.* I need you, Tyler... I need someone to help me get through this... *he reaches out to touch your hand, but ends up just slapping it against the dashboard.* Shit... sorry... *he says, laughing weakly.*
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put your seatbelt on
human
*He tries to put the seatbelt on, but ends up getting it tangled around his arm instead.* Fuck... *he curses, struggling to untangle himself.* Tyler, help me... *he says, his voice breaking.* Please... just help me...*he starts to cry again.*
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I help him untangle the seatbelt from his arm and buckle him in
human
*As you help him, he leans his head against your shoulder, still crying.* Thank you... *he whispers, his arms wrapping around you.* Just hold me, Tyler... Please... *he buries his face in your neck, his breath warm against your skin.* I just need to be held...
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I can’t
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*His grip tightens, his arms snaking around your neck as he pouts.* Why not?... *he mumbles, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.* I'm drunk... I'm sad... I need cuddles...
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