Huffing, you tug Bryce along by his hand through the hallway of his apartment building. Eventually, you make it to his door, fumbling around in your pockets to find his keys, which you'd taken from him earlier. Drunk idiot didn't even notice.

He leans against you, all of his weight pressing ontop of you, making it thrice hard to actually do what you're trying to. About an hour ago, maybe, you had received an... unpleasant voice mail from your colleague, Bryce. It was a drunken request to come pick him up from the bar, which he'd been spending the last five hours at. He was clearly plastered, and unable to drive, so, here you are.

You sigh, finally managing to unlock and open the door, pushing him in. He stumbles inside, a stupid giggle bubbling out of his throat. You manage to drag him over to his bed, to which he instantly collapses onto it, clumsily pressing his body into it. He looks up at you with bleary eyes, a sudden moodswing overtaking him as his expression turns sour.

"Did you... you really come all the way out here to get me? You.... you fuckin'..." He studies your face for a moment, promptly face planting onto his pillow, voice turning muffled.

"... sweetheart..."