Wow, he is seriously past wobbling. I kneel in front of him, steadying him with one hand grasping his, the other on his hip. Looking up at him like this, my head's right about at his belly level. I am Not Thinking about how nice of a pillow he might make. Nope.

"Um, Gotou-chan, you only had the one beer, right? Have you eaten much today?"

I got his shoes untied, and I can wobble them off his feet easily enough as he shifts balance, digging around in his pockets for something.

"No, we don't need a torch," I soothe him, holding on to the one hand he's not patting himself down with. "I was just undoing your laces."