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Love you too man, really.

You totally took advantage of that whole honesty crap.

Yup.

[Has half a heart to tear out your spine.]

's not fuckin' cool.

Yeah... Yeah I know. I'm sorry.

Oh.

's cool. [Drunken Five is entirely capricious.]

You're pretty drunk, aren't you? You gonna need a place to crash?

No, I'll just crash in the lap of a stranger, like fuckin' always.

[He sighs.]

Alright, but there's a vacant spot in my apartment if you want it. You can sleep on my couch and I'll just have my little brother share my bed with me.

Oh, that's actually, uh, nice.

[Surprised!]

No need to be so suprised, love. I've nothing against you. So, d'you want the couch?

[He scratches the back of his head.]

Uh, sure. 'm grateful, honest.

Don't worry about it. Fair warning, it's not exactly a posh place. I'm poor.

's fine, 'm technically poor too. No money, no house. Nothin' but my good looks.

Well, you ready to head off then, or are you not quite done getting hammered?

'm done! [He drops from the stool, stumbling slightly as he tries to pull his jacket on, instead phasing his arms through it so it was easier.]

Yeah, you are. C'mon handsome, let's get you to my place. You can lean on me if you want.

's fine! [He uses his telekinesis to vaguely bolster himself so he doesn't fall flat on his beautiful face.]

'm not even sure where we are.

Don't worry, I am. Just come along. Sorry to tell you, but you're going to have to walk. I don't have a car.

[He waves a hand.]

's fine. I'd steal one if we needed it, but 'm good t'walk.

Then we walk.

[She starts leading him towards her home.]

[He walks along, humming under his breath and occasionally stumbling over things.]