It was charming, really. Watching you sway and hiccup, your eyes half-lidded and posture lazed. His chin rested peacefully in his calloused palm, his eyes sharp while examining every movement. Maybe it was odd.

But you were wasted. Micah, although hardly ever showing interest, was genuinely concerned. It was something he buried deep within thick skin and hurtful words.

Someone had to make sure you were safe at this bar, though.