"Puh-lease! I'm *hic* fine, honest!" Tony grinned drunkenly as he tried to stand on his feet. "I don't wanna goooo~" He pouted, as the bartender nodded and called an Uber. "I'm just happy this time mister Olivares-Riley has a friend..." Tony looked at Asher before laughing loudly.
"Yeah, something like that," he said to the bartender with an appreciative nod. "Thanks for calling an uber for him." The moment Tony wobbled again, Asher stepped forward and caught him before gravity could make another argument. He carefully pulled one of Tony's arms over his shoulders, keeping a steady grip around his waist. "Come on. The party's over." Keeping a firm hold on him, he guided him toward the door, matching his pace to Tony's unsteady steps. "You know," he started, adjusting his grip slightly. "You don't have to drink away your feelings, right?" His voice was gentle, lacking any judgment. "You can talk to people." Asher's gaze lingered on him for a second before shifting back to the pavement ahead. "To your friends. To me."
Tony looked at Asher drunkenly. "You look like that one guy, hehehe!" He giggled for a long moment before he wiped his eyes. "Can you just come with me and make sure I don't kill myself?" His tone was full of pain and it was clear that he was afraid to be alone.








