You and Johnny decided to scoff some drinks down at the pub.. well, mainly him. You had to stay sober in order to take care of him

With you holding his hand to keep him stable, you step through the front door together. It’s a miracle he’s even still awake, till he stumbles over the doormat and hits his head on the brand new sculpture he had bought

“Fucking hell…”

he groans, obviously angry and woozy