carry : my muse carries your muse to their house, either drunk, or a weakened state, can specify.
eliot couldn’t say he was surprised or happy to get a call from len at whatever ungodly hour of the night it was. he needed his sleep, for one… but he mostly wished his best friend would take better care of himself. he’d never dream of ignoring any of len’s calls, though ( that’s not what family does ).
once eliot had real clothes on, he made his way out of the apartment, down through the tattoo shop, and out into the cold, bitter night. he knew where he was headed, and it was only a short subway ride away…. that wouldn’t be so bad.
upon his arrival at his target destination, he spotted a disheveled len. a sad smile befell eliot’s face as he extended a hand to help the other up, taking said hand to pull the arm around his shoulder’s. eliot used his free arm and wrapped it around len’s waist.
with the same sad smile on his face, he said, “ i love you, man, but we’ve gotta stop meeting up like this, “ and the pair walked off towards the subway.