Gotou-chan seems a bit wobbly, and since I've never seen him intoxicated before, it's a bit more wobbly than I'm okay with.

Or maybe I just am enjoying the excuse to wrap one arm around his waist, holding him up against me as we make our way out the doors and onto the curb. The air's crisp and cool out here, and the light breeze moving along is far more refreshing than the warm but stagnant air of the pub. Hopefully it'll perk him up some.

"I think I'd better get my partner safely home before I worry about myself." I can't help but pat his shoulder companionably; he's so slim and yet he doesn't look weak or frail to me at all.

Even when he was getting knocked on his ass every time he fired the Birth blaster, I didn't see him as weak. A weak person doesn't get up and try again, knowing he's about to get knocked on his ass again, and do it anyway.

I'm getting distracted. With a grin I find him a parking meter to lean on, so we can address each other at slightly more comfortable conversational distance. Though I'm not going to let go of him entirely. Just in case.

"If you'd be willing, I could drive your bike," I suggest. "There's room for a passenger, right?"