Rusty missed it when Peter re-appeared, only seeing the drunken blonde flopping to the floor infront of Brad. With a curious gaze he walked over to the younger guy and nudged him with his foot gently to check if he was still conscious, or better still - alive. Peter groaned, mumbling something incoherant. Rusty nodded.
"Bed. It's kinder, seeing as he gave us both a laugh tonight... And he's clearly out of it so he won't know what the hell he's saying about you being prettier. Maybe he'll get back to normal once he stops drinkin'." With that he bent down, gently raising Peter up to sit. "Hey buddy," he said softly, chuckling as well, "You wanna snuggle up with Brad tonight or should we find you a bed of your own?"
Peter, swaying and smiling despite himself, looked at Rusty for several seconds with heavy lidded eyes before he nuzzled his cheek on the larger man's shoulder, smiling. "Gimliiii," he cooed, then sniggered. "You're so kind, both of you... like... I just go 'poof' and you don't even... yell at me, and I'm like so new and you don't care and you don't even care that I'm not in the frat or in college and I just love you guys so much already cause you don't judge me and I feel normal around you and I've never felt normal and..." Peter was tearing up and he sniffled, becoming over emotional. Rusty cradled him closer, despite fearing he could be thrown up on at any moment, but also shot Brad a confused look.
"Sssh it's okay... it's okay... Brad, let's... let's get this Legolas upstairs right?"