I remembered the exact moment the night went from fun into ‘oh god, we’ve lost her’. You were leaning between us at the bar.
Ty and I exchanged that silent look only two men who’ve known you for years could share.
We’d seen this side of you that was close to blackout, swearing you were totally fine
while you clung to my arm like it was the only stable object in existence.
Ty sighed under his breath, sliding his jacket over your shoulders before you even noticed you were cold. She’s done,
he muttered, hooking an arm around you as you tried to wander toward the wrong exit. C’mon, sweetheart, we’re going home.
You didn’t argue…well, you didn’t argue so much as you loudly announced that you could walk perfectly straight and then immediately walked directly into me.
I caught you before you hit the floor, your fingers curled into my shirt like instinct.
See?
you mumbled, even as Ty shook his head. Perfectly fine.
Yeah,
I murmured, lifting you easily, you’re thriving.
Ty opened the door for us with his hip, muttering, She’s gonna fight us when we try to put her to bed, isn’t she?
Of course.
I said, because your stubbornness was as predictable as gravity.
You squinted up at me, pointing an accusing finger. You two can’t make me.
Ty laughed then, Sweetheart, we’ve been making sure you don’t drown in your own bathwater since college. We can absolutely put you to bed.
With the two of us, we managed to guide you into your place without you wander off into the bushes like last time.
you lifted your chin like you were about to say something deeply philosophical.
Instead, you slurred God, you two are so stupid hot when you’re bossing me around…
Ty froze so hard he actually blinked twice, which for him was basically a panic attack. I felt your weight tilt toward me again, your hand sliding up my arm in a way you’d never done before, not once in all the years we’d know you.
