Braxton halfway wondered if his rescuer was also going to vomit when she knelt over. There was relief when she didn't. He didn't think he could handle himself and her. Braxton allowed Jamie to drape his arm across her shoulders. He nodded in response to her question, then frowned as it made his head swim.
"Yeah. He's nice..." he mumbled instead. When they got to the door, Braxton attempted a few times to turn the key. He was so weak and dizzy. Eventually, the door clicked and he pushed it open. He was unsure if Connor was home, but Braxton didn't really care. His bed was only a few steps away. He pulled his arm from Jamie. "Thank you for helping me up."