The door banged open, and Will stumbled into the apartment.

Shut up! they yelled, nearly tripping over the shoes by the door. Whoops. they
muttered.
Bart came out of the kitchen, frowning at the noise. What are you doing?
Shut up! Will repeated. Just shut up.
Bart? Is that-? Debra walked into the living room. Are-
I am drunk, and I think a little high, Will announced. And yes, youre gonna have
to clean up the mess.
What the fuck Will? I thought you didnt drink. Bart made his way through the
room, and reached for his roommate. Before he could even touch them though, Will
flinched away.
Dont touch me. They barked.
Will, you need to sleep this off. Bart said firmly.
Will snorted. I havent been drunk in years. Im not stopping now.
If it was just drunk Id be laughing my ass off, trust me. Bart said flatly. Its the
high part thats freaking me out a little.
Will flapped their arm dismissively. Its just some blockers and weed, Bart. Fuck
off.
Youre on blockers? Bart demanded. Behind him, Debras eyes went wide.
Yup. Will popped. Theyre more fun than you think.
What the fuck Will? Bart cried.
Fuck off Bart! Will said back loudly.
Bart darted forward then, grabbing Wills legs and tossing their torso over his
shoulder.
Youre strong. Will said belatedly.
Thanks. Bart huffed. He started walking towards Wills room, Debra still watching
silently.
Couldve totally stopped you if I wasnt drunk as fuck. Will whispered to themself
next to Barts ear.
Sure you couldve. Bart said dryly.

Will flinched. What the fuck? Youre a telepath too?! Why didnt you tell me?