<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #33FFEE">As soon as he was out of the car, Silver clung to Rich like his life depended on it; he didn't trust his legs to carry him even half a step. He let the other lead him inside and to a room already set up for a guest. Even as he was laid down, his clothes (most of them) were stripped from him and placed aside, Silver couldn't help but wonder how many times this had happened in this room. It was an odd thought and he wasn't too sure why it suddenly popped into his head, but there it was. How many drunken people had been brought home by this man? How many times had he cared for someone who made the stupid mistake of drinking too much? He figured quite a few, but it was really none of his business.<br/><br/>Once the covers were pulled over him, Silver turned to lay on his side, eyes falling shut. He felt the mattress dip then and his eyes opened slightly, a small, tired smile touching his lips. Without even thinking, his hand slipped from under the covers to lightly grip the hem of the other's coat. ...almost as if he didn't want him to go anywhere. In some way it was true. After the day he'd had, Silver didn't want to be alone. At least not in that moment.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #99AAFF">"...thank you...for being so nice... I haven't had that...from anyone...in a long...time..."</span></span> <span style="color: #33FFEE">As his slurred words trailed off, Silver fell asleep, his grip on the other's coat not loosening one bit.</span></span>