The Doctor held you up by your waist, wiping away the drunk tears that had slipped down from your eyes. He pulled you back into the TARDIS, lifting you higher when your feet stumbled and you almost tripped.

He set you down into a separate chamber, wiping at your cheeks and staring down at you. He sat beside you, brushing away your hair. You’ve had way too much to drink, dear. Get some rest. You’ll feel better in the morning. He said quietly, his hand retracting as he gets ready to leave.