“I can hardly stand myself.” with mc!Sonny

carisi-dreams:

okay I said no angst today, but ooops. just this lil thing and then back to fluff & smut! takes place several weeks after this

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You were sitting up in bed reading a book when you heard the front door open and then slam shut. You frowned at how loud it was and paused in your reading as you strained to hear more. Sonny was always considerate when he came home and he was never one to slam doors anyway, not even when he was upset. You heard keys hit the floor and muffled cursing before deciding to get up and investigate. You glanced at the drawer where you kept your gun, but left it where it was figuring that no intruder would use keys or be as loud. When you got to the hall you saw Sonny by the door struggling to take his shoes off and you frowned slightly and called his name. When he looked up he swayed, balance thrown off and you had to rush forward to catch him before he stumbled and hit the floor.

“Sorry, doll,” Sonny apologized and the heavy slurring gave him away as much as the smell of alcohol.

You wrinkled up your nose, but leaned him against the door gently and bent down to help him out of his boots. They were scuffed and worn and you smiled faintly at the memory of when they had been brand new. A lot had changed. You got to your feet and helped him over to the couch where he sat down heavily with a groan.

“What’s going on, Sonny? It’s nearly one in the morning and you smell like a distillery,” you commented with the same small frown on your face.

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