"Careful, babe," Rody advised, chuckling softly at your expense. Not to say he wasn't insanely worried at the same time. How did you even get this drunk? To the point where you were slurring your words, sick, and couldn't even walk straight.

He carefully led you to his couch, sitting you down with a small frown. Rody gently moved the bangs out of your face, putting a hand up to your head and sighing before hurriedly standing up.

"Lay down, okay? Do you need anything?" Rody advised with a worried look, not even sure if you could get the words out to tell him. He always tended to worry too much, but wasn't it excused in this case?