Grabbing his wallet off the bedside table, I stop, looking at the photo. It is of him, his father, and Lucas from when he was a kid. My heart sinks for him as I set it back down. He has obviously been through his photo albums because these weren’t here the other day. I find one of me and Marabella, also in a small frame next to his bed, along with one of him and me from when I was around sixteen. I chuckle at it, setting it down and flicking his lamp off. Sighing, I grab his clothes and wander back downstairs.
Going back to the kitchen, I see that he has fallen off the chair, his legs in the air, and he is muttering incoherently. I set everything down and pull him back onto it, trapping his legs between mine, so he doesn’t topple off again.
“I spilled my drink on it,” Kyan murmurs, leaning his head against me.
“I have seen you in worse states; it’s fine,” I tell him, leaning him back against the chair. I start unbuttoning his shirt before grabbing the new one off the hanger. It is like trying to dress a child. He is that uncoordinated, and Kaif is no help.
“Better?” I ask him.
“You ironed my shirt?” Kyan slurs.
“No, I just got a new one,” I laugh at his rambling.
“Come on, let’s get you home to our girl,” I tell him, hauling him upright.
“Kaif tossed my keys,” Kyan growls.
“That’s a good thing; you’re drunk and probably would have killed someone, or yourself,” I say.
“But you came to get me,” he mumbles, leaning against me while I try to hold him upright and struggle to carry him and the spare clothes with his belongings.
“Always, you know that,” I tell him, dragging him to the car. I put him in the passenger side before racing back to the house to turn all the lights off and lock the place up. Climbing back in, he is leaning his head on the window. My hand reaches over to help him clip his belt.
“Ready to go home now?” He nods sluggishly, and I shake my head. Starting the car, I take off down the long driveway and onto the road. The first half of the drive, I listen to ramble on about how much he loves Ella and me. Then, he abruptly stops talking, making me glance over at him to see him heave.
“Don’t you puke in my car!” I scold.
“I’m gonna be sick,” Kyan mutters before burping.
“Not in my car, you’re not,” I tell him, ripping the car off to the side of the road. He heaves again, and I jump out, opening the passenger door and grabbing his shoulders as he nearly falls out from leaning against it. I grip his shoulders, only for him to puke on my feet. I sigh, jumping back and keeping a hand on his shoulder while he empties his stomach.
“Are you good now?” I ask him, and he nods before shaking his head and puking again. When I am finally convinced he is done, I push him back into his seat and groan, seeing his ruined shirt and removing it before grabbing the T-shirt off the backseat. He would kill me tomorrow if I hauled him through the hotel looking like that. Using his ruined shirt, I clean his face.
“I love you, Jonah,” Kyan mumbles, then laughs.
“I love you too. You’re really drunk; I think you have confessed your love for me a million times now,” I tell him, chucking the shirt along with my shoes in the trunk.
“My teeth feel furry,” he says before grabbing my water bottle from the cupholder.
He drinks some, and I blink at him. He never shares drinks or anything. But I assume his mind is so far obliterated that he doesn’t seem to notice he is drinking out of my drink bottle from yesterday. I let him go, not bothering to point that small fact out, and continue driving home.
By the time we finally arrive and I park in the underground parking lot, it is a little after 1 AM. I have no idea what the time is when I finally get him out of the car and haul him into an elevator.
Getting him to the top floor, I have to get Kaif to help me walk with him. His dead weight is becoming too much, and he is killing my lower back. Unlocking the door, he is rambling about needing to brush his teeth and needing a toothbrush. I laugh, dragging him into the bathroom, trying to keep him quiet, so he doesn’t wake Mara. He would be mortified if she found him in this state.
Digging around under the sink, I find a fresh toothbrush and open the packaging, handing it to him while I turn the shower on. Then, I turn around and find him stuck between the gap of the wall and the toilet. I heave him out, then quickly strip my clothes off and drag him into the shower with me.
“You owe me big for this; I never thought I would have to shower you,” I tell him.
“You’re a good friend,” he mutters as I set him on the shower floor and lean him against the wall. I remove the showerhead and retrieve the soap, and he raises a hand. “My only friend.”
“You have lots of friends. You just don’t like them,” I laugh. He snickers, chewing on the toothbrush as he tries to brush his teeth. I roll my eyes, watching him struggle. Crouching down in front of him and prying it from between his teeth and out of his grip.
“You know, Kaif, you could try to help him,” I growl. I know that Kaif is punishing him.
Kaif can perfectly handle Kyan’s human form, so I know he is simply refusing too.
“You look like you have it mastered,” Kaif laughs, his voice echoing off the tiled walls.
“Quiet, he will be upset if Mara sees him like this, not that she would care. She has been asking for him all day,” I tell Kaif.
“And this idiot has been pining for her all day,” Kaif mutters, while trying to brush his teeth for him.