"You are really beautiful," you slur at me, just as I manage to open our apartment door.

"And you," I reply, gently pulling you inside and propping you up against the wall, "are drunk."

"Psh," you mumble, waving your hand to dismiss my remark. "It's my birthday, I'm allowed a few drinks."

I chuckle as I take off my shoes. I kneel down to untie yours. "You are allowed a few drinks." I smirk up at you. "You far exceeded that. Or did you forget how to count in your inebriated state, Mizuno-san?"

You smile down at me, your eyes drooping. I can't tell if you're trying to be seductive or trying to stay awake. "Blame Minako-chan. She kept forcing drinks into my hand."

I nod as I stand. "You're right on that one. But unlike Minako-chan, Ami, you cannot hold your liquor very well."

You push from the wall, swaying just a bit, a frown on your face. "I'm holding it just fine." You sound almost angry. Uh oh.

"I didn't mean it like that," I say, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Then what did you mean, Mako-chan," you ask as you push past me without waiting for my answer. You're swaying a bit as you head to our bedroom.

I follow close behind and almost eat the door as you shut it behind you. Sighing and after counting backwards from ten, I open the door and see you sitting on your side of the bed, farthest from the door. Your head is down and I see your hand reach for your face. My heart sinks.

I make my way around to your side of the bed and I see your drunk-dulled eyes shining with tears. "Baby, please don't cry," I whisper, kneeling at your feet. I bring my hands up and rest them on your knees. After a moment, you cover them with your own. "I'm sorry."

You bring you hand up and wipe at your eyes again. "I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have gotten upset." Your voice is small and quiet.

"I shouldn't have teased you," I reply, bringing my hand up to brush my thumb under your eye.

We sit there for a while in the quiet. It's tense. I don't like it.

In the end, it's you who speaks first. "We should get ready for bed."

I look up at you for a moment. You still haven't looked at me and it hurts. But I nod and stand.

As I turn, I feel you press into my back, arms around my waist. I rest my hands along your arms and push back into you gently. "I love you, Mako-chan."

I smile, my fingers squeezing your arms gently. "I love you, too, Ami."

And I realize, we'll be okay.