Ben is sitting on the curb.

He's got his head in his hands.

"Ew is he gonna vom?" I really don't wanna watch that.

"Already did," Chris says without looking up from his phone.

The old guy waits around and brings us to Ben's place. I pay him in cash. The guys smell like puke and cheap beer. I pay him extra.

Chris and I basically drag Ben into his apartment. He seems to regain most of his self-propulsion ability just as we clear the last step. How convenient. I steer him away from the kitchen and towards his bedroom. The plan is that I'm gonna get him to bed while Chris takes a shower. I assume it's just an excuse to get out of convincing Ben that water is the best night cap with me.

I text Emma to make sure she made it home and dig around for a t-shirt and some of Ben's boxer briefs.