Bill dropped down off the stool and put it back where it should have been, and then lifted the bottle of bourbon and Richie's glass, tidying up so that Richie could have a couple more minutes to pull himself together.
Once the bottle was put away and the glass was rinsed out, Bill went back round to stand beside Richie. "C-come on. H-h-huh-home. You can c-c-crash ih-in with m-m-m-me, if y-you wuh-want. If you w-w-want c-c-cuh-company."