Much like the front door he was holding on too the door frame it was amazing he had walked all the way to the house in the state he was in. He was almost plastered, he only had to hold onto things when he was gone, and he only drank when he was celebrating or something was really wrong. Looking up the eyelinner was running down his cheek again. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms about her. He didn't want to say it again. Not yet. He just needed a moment to gather his bearings.