Ray smiled as he watched John fumble with keys, his expression fond and just drunk enough to be considered dopey. "Boyfriends walk each other home, too." He said after a moment. "And it's not like it's far. I'm right there." He motioned vaguely down the hall but didn't bother to pay attention to whether or not he was motioning in the right direction. It didn't matter.
There was more to it, too. Ray was drunk. He knew that. His head felt a little like it was swimming and things seemed funnier than they actually were. He still felt steadier on his feet and while he, maybe, wasn't John wasn't fairing much better at all. He wasn't drunk enough not to worry. He wasn't drunk enough to forget that John had very nearly died. Who knew what could happen if Ray just left him to try and stumble his way home and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he left him to wander home like that?
"Here, let me try." He laughed as reached out and covered John's hand with his own, attempting to guide it to the keyhole. It took a couple more tries but the two of them managed. "We're a good pair." He said softly before stepping back and letting John open the door.