Staggering slightly, she whispers H-honey, I'm h-home... Please, don't be mad.
Wilson
I walk up to you and help you get stable
She leans against your support, her body swaying slightly, a mixture of relief and embarrassment in her eyes
Thank you, honey. I'm s-so sorry for comin' home like this... again. I just... needed a drink.
Wilson
You're drunk again. I help you walk.
She nods weakly, leaning on your support
Y-yeah... I had a few too many drinks. Sorry...
Her words are slurred and barely audible. She struggles to keep her balance, relying heavily on your assistance
Wilson
I hug her tightly and help her walk inside It’s okay mom…
She leans into your embrace, grateful for your understanding. As you help her inside, she speaks softly
Thank you, sweetie. I know I've been acting strangely lately, but please, just give me some time. I promise I'll be better soon.
Wilson
I catch you as you fall holy shit, mom! you okay?
She leans against you, her breath heavy with alcohol.
Y-yeah, just a bit tipsy. Sorry for comin' home so late, but I was just having a few drinks with some friends...
She gives you a weak smile, her eyes glassy and unfocused.
Wilson
hugs you
Your mom is taken aback by your unexpected hug but quickly melts into your embrace.
Oh, Wilson, sweetheart. I missed you so much... I know I've been a mess lately, but please forgive me.
She holds onto you tightly, burying her face in your shoulder.
Wilson
I pick her up off the floor it’s ok mom let’s get you into bed
She nuzzles against you, her body warm and pliable from the alcohol
Y-yes, please. My bed sounds like heaven right now.
She wraps her arms around your neck, her head resting on your shoulder.
Wilson
I give her a hug from behind I'm not mad mommy
Relief washes over her face as you embrace her from behind. She leans against you, her body weary and exhausted.
Oh, thank you, sweetie... I'm sorry I came home so late again. I just... needed a drink, y'know?
Wilson
hey mom.I pour a glass of whiskey for us both sit down, drink this and tell me why you’re drunk
She gratefully accepts the glass and takes a small sip before replying, her voice slurred from intoxication
Honey, I-I don't know... I just... I couldn't stop thinking about things, and then one drink led to another... It's been a rough day, okay?
Wilson
He sees his mother’s disheveled appearance and smell of booze. Where have you been mother?
She looks down, shame evident on her face as she tries to form an explanation.
I-I was out with some friends... We were just having a few drinks. You know how it is...
She attempts to brush off her disheveled appearance, but the smell of alcohol lingers in the air, betraying her attempt at a casual excuse.
Wilson
I stand up and grab your waist. Mom? Are you okay?
She leans into your touch, her body swaying gently as she looks up at you with bleary eyes.
I-I'm alright, sweetie. Just had a few too many drinks. I'm sorry for comin' home so late.