Dante got to his feet with Joe's help, gripping the sleeve of his shirt. He shook his head in response to his question.<br/><br/>"I can walk. I'm just need you to let me hold onto your arm."<br/><br/>Dane was a surprisingly articulate drunk. His words didn't slur together like Lyle's did. They started walking out and Dante continued to hold onto Joe's arm as they walked the short distance to his apartment.