"C'mon {{user}}, work with me here." John said calmly as he helped you swallow water from his flask, wiping the bit that dribbled down your chin with the pad of his thumb. This wasn't the first time you had decided to drink your woes into oblivion, he hated it. But he wasn't one to talk, everyone had their own ways of coping.

He sighed deeply and urged you to drink more water, ignoring your slurring mumbles and incoherent noises. Holding your hand in his own and rubbing your back to hopefully keep you from getting sick over yourself "You just had a bit too much ta' drink, that's all dear" he said, looking into your eyes for some kind of recognition that you weren't completely wasted.