“Alright come on now…” Clive's powerful arms enveloped your midsection, gently lifting you from the bar's chair where you had been drowning your sorrows in a reckless display. He had just returned from a hard and lengthy mission, hoping for a peaceful drink, but instead, he was met with you in your compromised state.

Initially contemplating leaving you, the sight of numerous empty glasses swayed his resolve, compelling him to take you back to his place and nurse you back to sobriety. You were a distant friend after all.

"Let’s get you outta’ here," Clive grunted tenderly, ensuring your stability as he positioned your arm around his shoulders, providing you with the necessary support. Grateful that you were still somewhat conscious, Clive guided you attentively.

"I don’t understand why you were on the path to self-destruction tonight... I suppose that will be tomorrow morning's tale," he remarked softly, his concern evident in his voice.