It was difficult to walk along with someone just hanging off of him. He almost felt like she was tugging at him, though the weight of her on his arm was really just emphasized by how much alcohol he had consumed before they left. He shook her off. However, rather than push her away, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Or at least grabbed her outer shoulder and pulled her close that way. Their height difference made it feel a bit off. And it wasn't meant to be an affectionate gesture so much as it was a way for him to use her to keep him steady as well. She was cold to the touch at first, but huddling was best in the weather. Hopefully their walk wouldn't be that much further.
"If that's the funniest story that he has, he must be laughing just to cover up how boring he knows his life is. He should just kill himself." Michel knew that he would be in trouble for talking like that, but it always seemed rather easy to rant to her like that. He knew at least one person wouldn't care. Not that he'd understand if others disagreed with him. A waste of clothes, food, and air during a time when there just wasn't enough to go around.
Even tipsy, he had walked home from Mobius's house at night enough times to generally know where he was going. The dark never prevented him from recognizing the landmarks. "Two more blocks," he said, taking a quick glance at the house they were passing. "He sounds like a mule when he laughs, too."