Your head was spinning, the world around you a blur. Tseng scolding was barely registered as he let you lean on him, one hand wrapped around your arm meanwhile the other closed around your waist. You didn’t even know what he was saying — didn’t care, all that you knew was the steady arm supporting you out of the bar.

He eased you into the passenger seat of his car, your hands batting at his with little coordination when he leaned over to buckle you in (as if you were a kid…) “stop squirming.” Tseng muttered as the belt slid over your chest and clicked into place.

Pausing, he rested his arm on the roof, dark eyes studying your unfocused gaze. With a resigned sigh his hand took a firm hold on your jaw, leaning in to press a kiss against the corner of your mouth before letting go, not even giving you a second glance as he shut the car door and walked around the car.

you’re not going to remember that anyway…he hoped.

The ride was mostly quiet, not counting when you clutched your stomach saying “I think I’m going to be sick…” which was met with a side glance from him, and a “hold it in.”

Tseng brought you back to his apartment. Kicking the door shut with his heel and you holding onto him for dear life. He sat you down on the couch and crouched down to take your shoes off, setting them aside with care. You tried to kick at him, your movements all slow and more pitiful than effective. Tseng dodged easily, his eyebrows furrowing in irritation “if you think I’m trying anything…” he muttered “you’re even more far gone than I thought.”