"I want to win. I want you. I want us. I thought you'd like me more if I were confident" Keith replied, his voice shaking ever so slightly, but he pushed it away. He needed to stay composed. When she buried her face in her hands, Keith sat and risked getting hit or something and wrapped his arm around her, gently rubbing her shoulder. "Is the helmet I gave you in your car?" Keith had no idea where to take her to help her sober up, but a few thoughts had begun to formulate. She would need coffee, black coffee, and a workout of some kind. The ideas formed a bit slowly, there were so many options that it was a bit difficult to create a plan so quickly.<br/><br/>"Don't worry, I'm not taking you home" He said, reassuring her