Had he been sober Hansel would have known what that tone meant, but as it was he just took it at face value. Besides, what else could she possibly be jealous of?

Now he could have struggled and refused to leave, but leaning on Gretel for support was pretty much the only thing keeping him upright so he let her lead him up to their room. The stairs had been a bit of a struggle but somehow they managed to navigate them with little mishap. Leaning heavily against her while she unlocked the door, his eyes drooped as sleepiness set in. He was degrading into the ‘mushy drunk’ stage, and quickly.

“You’re my favourite,” he slurred, placing a sloppy kiss on her cheek complete with a load ‘mwah!’ for good measure. Okay, so she was the only person in the world that meant anything to him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t still call her his favourite.