Thomas frowned just a little at her when she clung to him more tightly. Maybe that hadn’t been the best idea. He wrapped his arms stronger against him, holding her tightly as if that would make the room in her head stop spinning. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to let you fall.” He told her softly, his voice had lost the teasing tone that it normally had.
“Maybe you should sit down.” He said firmly, seeing the look on her face. Not trusting her to walk without hurting herself or perhaps one of the other party goers, Thomas did the only logical thing that his drunken mind would let him think. In a second he’d scooped Tonks up into his arms and was carrying her across the pub to deposit her in a chair.