Dorian started just slightly, his shoulders tightening and his pulse kicking up. He didn't like being caught off guard. Dorian looked pointedly at the pale man's arm looped through his own, but when he didn't pull away, Dorian sighed and looked at him instead. His eyes were cold, dark, void of emotion. He'd receded back into his own mind. That moment of sympathy, of human emotion, was gone. He was almost insulted that the other thought that he couldn't handle his liquor. Sure he was buzzed, but he had intentions of walking off the alcohol before he even attempted to get back into his vehicle. The valet went until midnight and it was only eight.<br/><br/>"Your concern is misplaced," he said, stopping in the middle of walkway. He attempted to retrieve his arm from the man's grasp. "I wasn't going to drive home." Not yet. But he didn't know that. Dorian shook his head. "I'm sorry for your loss, but this isn't my first night under the influence of alcohol." His voice was stern, and he left no room for argument as he more firmly extracted his arm, even when the other tightened his grip. "I don't need a ride home, or a place to stay. I'm merely going for a walk, if you must know." Honestly the other was suffocating him, and he had to fight himself not to throw the other up against a wall and claim that arrogant mouth of his.<br/><br/>Definitely the alcohol talking. Or rather, influencing his train of thought. God he had to get out of here before he did something stupid. "If you would kindly let me go." In case the other hadn't. Dorian would move to get outside. He knew the neighborhood, and even if it wasn't safe he knew how to defend himself. That and it was just smart not to go wandering down any alleyways by himself. If he managed, he would go outside and walk down a block or two before he leaned up against a building and took a few deep breaths.<br/><br/>He hadn't felt so smothered in all his life. The other was downright confusing, and he still didn't even know his name. Not that he had asked, or wanted to know, but the frustration was clear on Dorian's face. He rubbed a hand through his stubble and glared up at the clear sky, as if it were to blame for all his short comings. Then he let out a deep, resigned sigh. The cool night air was helping to clear his head, though he didn't get the other out of his mind. What had been his intent? He'd gone from insulting him to caring about him all in the span of a single evening, as if he hadn't been able to decide if Dorian was worth his time.