Slowly, gradually, Astrid's ability to walk was very obviously being compromised. While Garret did his best to chastely keep her upright, he was having a hard time what with her practically sleeping on him. The gentle arm around her waist was slowly becoming a full body hug. "Oh, that's okay, nurse," Garret assured Astrid, wondering if maybe it might just be easier for him to pick her up at this rate. She was small enough...
Thankfully, they arrived at her room before Garret had to make that decision. It might've been an odd sight seeing him carrying a drunk and giggly girl off to her room, especially when she was cozying up to him so nicely. Might bring about a long line of questions. Of course, it was already a little suspicious looking, what with her looking pleased and rosy and completely in his arms. He felt himself get flustered a little, a rarity for himself. God, all he'd need was for someone to walk by and rumors to start flying.
And of course, the door was locked. Dandy. "You got a key or something, honey?" he asked her, putting Astrid's present bag down so he could hold her properly by the waist. "Or a magic password?" Some of the stuednts used magic to lock their rooms, which was of course against the rules but who was going to stop them?