He wasn’t an alcoholic or anything of the sort, no.

…He just had self-restraint issues when it came to wine.

And that’s how you find yourself here, a supportive arm wrapped around him as he slurs incoherent strings of words, as if chiding you. His face flushed, the distinct aroma of wine around him, as you try to drag him back to your dorm room.

If he were sober, he’d never cling onto you like this, but it was worth staying upright apparently.