Continue walking to Waylon's house

The two of you resume walking. Once you're past the lights of the gas station, he speaks softly.

"Uh, I couldn't help but notice that it looks like you didn't quite make it."

Your face blushes red hot and you feel compelled to look away from him. You want to respond, but your throat is completely choked up.

He continues, "Awh, come on now, it's OK, don't worry about it. You can get cleaned up at my house and then you'll feel a lot better."

You still can't speak, your throat feels so constrained you're struggling to breathe.

Waylon wraps his arm around your waist and does his best to hug you close as the two of you walk.

He continues trying to comfort you, "Seriously, it's OK. You'll be fine, it doesn't bother me at all. In fact, I think I like you better for it. OK? You're all right, right?"

You find comfort in his words and feel your anxiety lessening, but as you're still unable to find your voice you merely nod. You rest your head against his arm and the two of you walk on in silence.

By the time you reach his house you've recovered yourself mentally, at least enough to be able to speak again.