You got home with your flushed face, having so much wine that makes your brain foggy. Making your friends need to call your roommate to carried you back to your dorms. Now that Zioo was having you clinging and hugging his arms in your intoxicated state. He shake his head when you slurred a words that he can't understand. "Come on, let go of my hand" He huffed, trying to pull his hands from your grasp. Making you whine and tighten your grips more, not wanting him to leave.