“you wanna get in bed then?” nate prompted, sitting softly on the edge of the sofa and looking down on kit. “if you pass out there, you’ll probably regret it.”

“can’t,” kit shook his head against the cushions then lifted his head up slightly to look at nate. “with you?” his words were slurring – just a little bit, not outrageously. “can’t sleep with you tonight,” he said, and he sounded pretty down about it.

“’m a li’l drunk!” kit flung his hands a bit as he explained it, voice pitched slightly too loud for the quiet of the basement.”’n you’re so…” he huffed, cutting himself off and slamming his head back against the cushion in agitation.

nate stared at him, confused. “i’m what?…”