Noticing the way he didn't seem to be able to really move very well, Ehren came closer and pushed his shoulder up beneath his arm, wrapping that arm around him for more leverage. The ID card had an address thankfully and he began to guide the taller man toward the door of the bar. This wasn't how he thought his night would go. He imagined a quiet drink at the bar alone, and instead he was helping a stranger drunkenly stumble home.
"Okay, Logan, let's get you back home and into bed." At least he was in the same building as him, though he was quite a few doors down from Ehren. As they walked through the streets of the island, he wondered to himself if he'd ever be able to live a life that was boring, he could really use boring right now.
He wasn't going to let the other man fall asleep on his back, vomit and then suffocate. Again, his guilty conscious would never forgive him and it was the right thing to do.