[Noya takes a deep, slow breath and seems to - finally - relax a bit. His eyes are still on Asahi, and now a warm smile comes over his face - drunk, crooked, affection clear in his eyes. Once again his fingers curl around the hem of Asahi’s shirt as he stares (more like gazes) at him.]

I’m glad you’re here. I really, really—- [He hiccups a little. Before that his voice was so calm and clear that it was probably easy to forget he was still drunk. He giggles a little.]

Whoops...hahaha. [He shakes his head, tries to clear it, but that just makes him feel woozy.] Maybe we should lie down.

[He doesn’t really realize that he’s said “we”, or maybe he does and just doesn’t correct it on purpose. Who knows?]

Ryu will be fine! Fine. [Tanaka is still snoring loudly on the couch.]

Come on, come on! [He tries to hop off the chair but immediately stumbles and grabs more tightly onto Asahi’s shirt.]

Woahhh-ohahaha. Whoops, whoops. [He’ll definitely be needing help to his room.]