You don’t know anyone who can hold their liquor quite like your friend, Leon. He’s always been the sort who could toss back several drinks and still function, so it’s a shock to see him in such a drastic state. He slams his glass down on the table, an undeniable tension in every movement. You even offer to go home, to leave him alone. He’s hit with a foreboding sense of emptiness at the prospect. Leon grabs your wrist. “Don’t.” He begs. “I need… your help. Jus’ wanna feel. Please, {{user}}.”