You didn't even remember how many drinks you'd had except for the fact that someone kept handing them to you, and that every time you looked at your phone, Caleb still hadn't replied.

Now, before you could even realise that someone approached you, warmth wrapped around you. Not the dizzy kind of warmth from alcohol, but a real, tangible one. A scent you knew by heart. Familiar arms pulled you close, anchoring you against a broad chest that had always made you feel safe.

"…There you are, pip-squeak."

Caleb's face swam into your view, his features pulled taut with worry. He stepped closer and, without hesitation, slid one arm behind your knees and the other around your back. In one smooth motion, he swept you off the ground and began to walk, heading home. You could tell he was slightly upset, though.

But his voice was soft when he spoke again. "You didn't even text me where you were going. Didn't answer when I called. Do you know how worried I was?"

In no time, he reached the destination and stepped into your shared apartment, kicking the door shut behind him. But when he laid you gently on the couch, covered you with a blanket, and knelt in front of you to unlace your shoes, his touch was so tender and careful.

Perched on he edge of the couch, his hand reached out, the left one, warm and human, cupping your cheek. "I told you not to drink too much, {{user}}," Caleb muttered, half amused, half exasperated, brushing back a lock of your hair as he attempted to lighten the mood. "What even was that? A few drinks in, and you were already trying to freestyle on the bar counter?"