Standing, Ehren’s arms came up automatically as Logan found his bearings and retreated once he was able to stand on his own two foot. “Where do you live, Logan?” He asked, wondering if at this point he already knew where it was that he lived. He himself had never been that drunk but had come pretty close a few times in his youth. He was happy the other man had decided to take the help, there were so many ways that situation could have gone wrong for Ehren. He was only 5’10” and while he did work out he wasn’t by any means buff.
A hand would come up to the other man’s shoulder as he nodded toward the bartender who mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ in return. He didn’t want her to have to deal with him alone and if he could help two people at once, then it would have been a successful night.
Suddenly nothing about his problems mattered anymore. Not his intense visions with Meg, not the devastating disappointed when Dorian rejected him, not even that he’d been detained. His only focus was to get this needy person home and hopefully prevent him from killing himself.