[A very refined gentleman has arrived home with a very unconscious young man, the latter draped over the shoulder of the former. Nothing about this circumstance is benign.]
[And then he gets to watch J struggle with Alex, dragging him off towards his room awkwardly. He's careful not to jostle Alex too much, as he doesn't want puked on, and he has to do everything in the dark, as to not affect Alex's eyes...
And the entire time he's muttering "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry" under his breath.]
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Yes, I suppose. I trust you both to keep the sordid details of this conversation to yourselves?
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... Will you help me untie him?
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He walks over and unties them easily before stepping away, arms behind his back.]
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And the entire time he's muttering "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry" under his breath.]
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Ah, young love. May God bless this union.