"Ohhh no you don't." Gotou turns to leave, half-stepping into one of his shoes, tripping over the other, and I rise from my crouch to try to stop him as he heads back toward the door. I pull his wrist; he stumbles; I try to counter-balance us, trip on my own shoe. His weight falls onto me to support as we both end up mostly-vertical against one wall of my entryway.

"Um, Gotou-chan?" He's draped across me, his face pressed against my chest, one arm around my waist for balance, the other hand still held in mine - and probably a bit tightly, I should let go, and I do.

Both of my hands go to his shoulders, with the intent to steady him and keep him from keeling further over.

"I think it'd be best if you got some sleep here, before you go home. Doctor's orders, okay?"