Ah! The sharp twinge of empathy. He felt a little grossed out by how much he cared, the elf really was a mess right now, disheveled and woozy. He watched him fight for a drink of water, before helping Vasyli to his feet. The trip down two flights of stairs was the hardest part, slow and meticulous steps taken as to avoid the two falling in unison. The bartender and patrons often shot them strange looks, albeit brief, most easily ignored, and that was when Kevice even noticed them. The night had gotten a touch more cold, admittedly refreshing, and having his feet on the ground and not halfway to dangling off a roof was a great comfort.<br/><br/>The trip back was slow, and quiet. Vasyli wasn't much of a talker, or if he was, the high had gotten heavy since they left. Or maybe he was just fed up with it all, angry and bitter. Kevice would've never found out without asking, of which he decided to keep a mystery, at least for now. He multitasked by pushing up a broken board on the fence, easing the elf on through before resuming his spot as a makeshift crutch. They were almost there, no need for him to really remind the elf. Soon he could toss the poor thing in bed and be done with the night, and hope it didn't ruin any good vibes between them.<br/><br/>Or maybe that was for the best, it all was a lot more stressful than Kevice ever imagined it could be. He had graduated past his initial days at the circus flirting with anything on tall legs, and as far as friendships were concerned-- well, he did well enough on his own.<br/><br/>A familiar voice stopped the two of them in their tracks, and the sight of that obnoxious face caused the half-elf to scowl. He nearly growled and interrupted Osran at 'exotic' with "Stuff it shitbreath." In that usual, oh-so friendly demeanor of his, lip quirked up as he grit that fanged maw. He expected Vasyli to rough himself up just trying to separate them both, but didn't bother, surprisingly. Maybe he was so out of it he forgot to keep up that noble facade of his. Or, he guessed it wasn't much of a joke if it was in the elf's blood after all.<br/><br/>He helped Vasyli past him, stopping to give Osran a passive aggressive jab in the arm with his free hand, half like a brother or comrade and half like a man out for a fight. "You being out here so late makes you as much of a punk as the rest of us eh??" He leaned his face up too close for comfort, an irritated grin stretched across his features, teeth and all. After, he huffed loudly in the human's face and continued his trek back to Vasyli's tent, hoping the man would keep his mouth shut, at least long enough for everyone to hit the sack and sleep it off.<br/><br/>When in the dark room of Vasyli's quarters he let the elf's body drop on the bed, stretching his arms out and around to shake the feeling off his back. "He's a real creep innit? Stays up for you to get home safe and sound eh? Like some sort of overprotective parent. Y'know, the kinds that lounge like villains in the foyer and yell at their kids for sneaking out like they own them or something." Some silence followed as he stared at the closed tent flap behind them, lowering his voice, he mumbled. "Should I go then...? Guess you don't need me here anymore do you."