You're tired and drunk. Figured you probably didn't want to move.

[And all things considered, he's starting to feel a little guilty about the latter bit. Maybe he should've intervened before the guy could drink quite that much of the hard stuff. On the other hand, he nearly died today, so maybe he gets to do whatever the fuck he wants.

Oh, well. It's weirdly nice to have arms draped around his neck like this. It reminds him a little of how Jolyne hugs him with her own little bandy arms and her sticky candy kisses, and this is nothing like that at all, except that it's been a long time since he let someone touch him with anything even resembling affection, hasn't it.]

You said your keys are in your pocket. I'll get you inside.