Urie and Shirazu where Urie is hella drunk and tells Shirazu that he actually loves the quinx squad and that they are like family to him. Shirazu is touched

“Shira – Shira – Sha-gu-gu,” Urie slurs, grabbing his Quinx friend.

“Urie, have you been drinking?” Shirazu struggles not to fall over. 

“No.” Urie giggles.

Urie doesn’t giggle. Shirazu groans. 

“Let’s get you to bed.” Shirazu half-guides, half-drags Urie into his room. “I’ll leave the trash by your bedside.”

“Sho nice.”

“I’ll get water, too.”

“Wait!” Urie snatches Shirazu’s wrist. “Do you know why I went out sloshing? ’Cause I love you all and I can’t handle it. I…I know I shay I hate you all, but I don’t and is very confushing. Mutshuki is cute and shweet and Shaiko is funny and you are jusht sho generoush and Haish is a good cook.” 

“Urie, we love you too.” Shirazu swallows the lump in his throat and hugs his friend.

Urie promptly vomits on his shirt, but Shirazu doesn’t care. 

The next morning, Urie staggers out of his room. “Huh? What time is it?”

“You’re hungover, so it’s sleepy time for you.” Shirazu has been waiting with aspirin. 

“Huh. Why are you being nice? Do you want something?” Urie sniffs before crawling back into bed.

Shirazu curses silently that he didn’t press record.