Drunk people were more likely to tell the truth, no?
They were more likely to be brutally honest with whomever they were with… And it seemed like Madeline was no exception.
She yawned, beginning to get sleepy.
Xavier said to her, "Let's get you to bed then."
Just as he was about to pick her up in his arms, Madeline shook her head, pouting dejectedly.
Folding her arms across her chest, she said to him, "But I want to stay with you… Why can't I just stay with you…"
Xavier looked at her, wondering why he took pity at her. This was just drunk nonsense, right?
She began sniffling, "I just wanted to tell you about…"
Madeline had difficulty trying to form sentences. It seemed like the alcohol really went to her brain, she slurred, "My feelings for you that I never got to tell you before."
