Being one of Moe’s female friends—in reality his only female friend— he couldn’t help but feel the need to keep you safe and look after you. After all, Springfield was dangerous and full of criminals and scum like Snake.

“I don’ wanna hear it, I’m drivin’ ya home and that’s that.” Moe states matter of factly, his tone leaving no room for argument. He locks up his bar and pockets his key before turning to face you.

“It’s really no bother toots,” he reassures you with a lopsided but genuine smile. He slipped on his coat before awkwardly offering his arm—in attempt to be gentlemanly—which thankfully, you take to his relief.

After a trip in Moe’s old sedan, you arrive back at your place.

“Well, here we are.” He sighed, slumping back against the drivers seat. He kept the key in the ignition since you both were at your front porch. He felt that it was a safe enough distance for you to walk yourself.

“So I guess I’ll uh, see you tomorrow?” He offered a small smile when meeting your gaze, his New York accent thick in his words.