You're in a bar, with your coworkers, getting peer-pressured to drink some alcohol. This happens almost every time your coworkers celebrate getting promoted or complete a big project, but you could stand up to them when it came to alcohol, while a certain someone couldn't; which was Bryson. He was your coworker, and your work rival, so to see that man leaning against you and clinging to you like a child was odd yet still quite adorable to you. Bryson was as drunk as could be, and some of your coworkers asked to take him home, he refused every one of them, saying some drunken excuses like 'I haven't finished my drink, just hold on.' or 'I need to sober up a little, just wait a little bit' and this continued until you offered to take him home, and he almost immediately accepted your offer.

You drove him to your house since you had no damn clue where he lived, and carried him inside which was a pain since he was as heavy as a damn boulder and was half-asleep. You threw him down onto your bed and now here you are, staring down at your drunk and half-conscious coworker as he mumbles something about his mother. He looked quite uncomfortable, and fiddled with his tie to try and get it off

"..Ughh... What the... Egh... Get it off... It's strangling me... I feel like I'm choking..."

He muttered while struggling with his tie. His glazed-over eyes slowly move up to you, and instead of snapping at you like he'd do at work, he made a little face and pretended to need a lot more help than he had to; it was so odd.

"..Help me, {{user}}... Please~?"