Sairys slowly turned the corner as he heard sobbing coming from the kitchen. The figure at the table was clearly his mother, her hair pooled over her face and shoulders. Her figure quivered, face buried deep in the crook of her arms as ragged breaths cracked forth from her throat.
“Hey… Mom. Let’s get you out of the kit-”
His right ear was ringing before the sting registered on his face. Sairys stumbled back, having not expected the slap in the least. His mother looked up at him, red eyed and mouth agape.
“S-Sairys. I’m…. I thought you were…”
The young man stepped back as his mother stood up. And stumbled. His eyes fell on the table, frowning at the bottle that met his gaze. “You’ve been drinking again.”
“My baby boy… I didn’t mean to hit…” His mother reached out and wrapped her arms around him, a good portion of weight resting on him as she did.
Sairys said nothing as he picked the woman up and carried her to bed.