He's more than happy to curl his arm around her, leaning on her more than he should. He can't help it. She's right there, she fits so nicely under his arm, she's so sweet, and so nice, and so pretty, and he loves her so much.

Keep it together, Hansen.

"I'm sorry if I upchuck on you," he mumbles, wiping a hand over his face, hissing as he manages to smack himself in his bruise. Again.

"I shouldn't, but I haven't been drunk like this in years so. Who knows."