"I was worried I might be," he said, softly, and cleared his throat. Aloud, in a jolly kind of voice, he said "Come on. You're going to fall asleep on me, and you're no Alain in the weight department, but I'd still sooner not carry you around all night. Let's get you to bed." He didn't move, though, rather enjoying her comforting weight against him. That, and he was slightly worried that if he made her get up and move too quickly, he might get vomited on. He really hadn't expected her to have so poor a head for alcohol.
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Date: 2015-02-24 10:06 pm (UTC)