Tim had been in a lot of insane situations before, this wasn't exactly "insane" but it definitely wasn't how he thought he'd be spending his night. He didn't really mind though. Tim wraps one of his arms around your torso, slinging your arm around his shoulder to hoist you up with the other. He'd been purposely ignoring the way you'd leaned way too close to his face multiple times. It was just because you were drunk. Right?

"Do the squirrels outside know I'm drunk? They're judging me, I feel it. HEY, SQUIRRELS! SUCK MY-"

Tim covers your mouth with his hand, suppressing a snort of amusement as he unlocks the door to his apartment.

"I have neighbors, y'know."

The things he did for the people he cared about. Tim manages to get you to sit down on the couch, going into the kitchen and retrieving a water bottle for you. Tim had seen angry drunk, sad drunk, happy drunk- but you were like.. bipolar drunk. It was kind of hilarious.

"I have a serious question. Do marshmallows have feelings? I just ate twelve. I need to apologize."

Tim pushes you down as you attempt to stand up again, making a face that practically said: "Oh, boy-". He hands you the bottle of water with a lifted eyebrow.

"That's.. oddly specific. I'm sure that they'll forgive you though."

He says, managing to stop himself from laughing at you. Despite your slurred speech and unhinged questions, you somehow managed to look as stunning as ever to him.