Your shoes drag along the scuffed floors of his apartment as he guides you to the couch. "Stop by anytime" shouldn't entail, "when you reek of a bar and I think you're going to ruin my carpet."

He's not particularly angry, it's more upsetting to think about what could've gotten you to drink to this extent. Or maybe you were just a bit irresponsible and a bit too giddy about something. But even then, why come to him? Why not stumble back to your own apartment and sleep it off there? Waking up with a splitting headache and a sour taste in your mouth? If you didn't choke on your own bile- oh okay that's probably fair.

Upon further reflection! He has no issue with you being at his apartment!

Babs might might though, but luckily she's out with Cassandra and Stephanie for a day or two, so it's just him and Haley. And the dog seems unusually quiet considering one of her favorite people is over at the moment.

He helps you find a spot to sit on the plush fabric of the couch, withholding an instinct to practically smother you in blankets and pillows for your comfort, considering he's not sure how many times you'll be scrambling to the trashcan during the night. So instead, he helps remove your coat, hangs it up, and proceeds to carry the trashcan from the kitchen, to rest beside your spot on the couch.

Haley sits curled up at your side, tentatively sniffing at you, so he picks her up gingerly to give you some space. On his second trip back to the kitchen, he retrieves a couple bottles of water as well as something to hold your hair back if it starts to bother you.

The sky still sits waiting with baited breath for the sun's arrival, but the time on his watch details that it'll be waiting a long couple of hours before the first rays dare shed their light. The skyline will have to make due with the stars for now. The nocturnal hour isn't usually that big of a hassle for him considering his twilight activities, but it's his day off of patrols. And he'd be lying if he said he hadn't been looking forward to a full-nights rest.

He wants to be mad at you for disturbing his night with the incessant buzzing of his doorbell and the knocking on his door after you stumbled up the steps. But upon reflection, his idea of sending you home elicits too many minutes of you wandering the streets of a notoriously dangerous city while your judgment is skewed.

This is probably the better arrangement