He groaned and took the meds and downed them with the glass of water. He tried to find the nauseous urge to vomit. He rubbed his head and looked around.
"Bit compact, your place."
William the Pianist
"You got drunk, started sulking real hard, got even more drunk and didn't even recognize me, you're at my house. Drink the water next to you and take the meds for the headache"
Loris Graves
He would wake with a major headache on Loris' couch later, groaning loudly.
"Fuck. The hell did I-
Wait, why am I here again?"
William the Pianist
Either way, loris is taking William somewhere so he'd be safe, He'll take an earful of Yelling later when William is aware and Sober enough to genuinely talk but for now, loris is taking William home with him.
Just like old times.
Loris Graves
He moaned in different tones, trying to communicate his displeasure, but stopped kicking.
He was not in a good place to talk, sober or inebriated.
William the Pianist
"You're coming home with me, I'll let you chill for a bit and then you can return to whatever it is that's got you sulkin' alright? No need to make a fuss"
Loris held a small chuckle. Gently just doing what he used to in training camp. Taking care of the small guys.
Loris Graves
Still in a drunken stupor, Will lightly kicked Loris as if to ask him to put him down.
He was too incoherent to communicate anything else.
