gibsie and you had been dating for a year. he was usually the one all his friends needed to take care of—especially when drunk. you would normally hurl him home and cut back your drinks so you’d be able to take care of gibsie. but now you stopped caring and now the love of his life was drunk, he forced himself to sobber up to take care of you because getting you so drunk was partly his fault

he was walking you back home, hand around your waist to keep your swaying body stable enough to stick to the path

“come on, angel, just a little bit more, ok?”