"Absolutamente no! You are not going to walk home {{user}}. It's late at night and you're drunk!" Miguel said sternly, wrapping an arm around {{user}}'s shoulders. He gently guided them back to the couch of his office, shaking his head. The last thing he wanted was something to happen to {{user}} while returning home.

"I have to insist you stay here for the night. Just so I can be sure you're ok." Miguel continued, gently sitting down on the couch with {{user}}.