<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #33FFEE">It was comforting to have someone to just listen to him; to offer to just listen. An unbiased view also wasn't bad. Talking to his brothers was one thing. They knew how their father was and could only give Silver so much advice about the matter. While they were definitely on his side, they seemed to only tell him the same things over and over; it was like a broken record. Quite frankly, he was sick of it. But talking to someone who didn't know him, didn't know his family, it somehow made it easier... He was too sure why, but it helped.<br/><br/>And everything was fine. Some cute guy with an arm around him, offering his shoulder to cry on when he didn't even know Silver... But then the man's next words caught him a little off guard.<br/><br/>Pulling away, he almost slipped off the stool. Had he not grabbed the edge of the bar and steadied himself, he would have ended up on the floor, the wind knocked out of him. Thankfully that wasn't the outcome. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the other, his dual colored eyes* locked onto the other's face.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #99AAFF"><span style="font-weight: bold">"A-as sweet as that offer is...."</span></span> <span style="color: #33FFEE">he started to say, his words slightly slurred</span> <span style="color: #99AAFF"><span style="font-weight: bold">"I don't want to be an inconvenience to you. I'm such a messy, whiny drunk. Trust me....you don't want to take me home even to sleep this off. Besides, I live just 'round the corner."</span></span> <span style="color: #33FFEE">Even saying that, he looked confused by his own words. It was then that he looked at the door, blinking slowly.</span> <span style="color: #99AAFF"><span style="font-weight: bold">".....I think. Or is it down the road?"</span></span> <span style="color: #33FFEE">He knew he lived close by, that's why he went there; he could get pissed and then just walk home. But for the life of him, and with everything else going on, he couldn't remember where home was.....</span></span><br/><br/>Note: two things. Sorry that took so long. My muse is having a crisis. And also, his eyes are different colors. One is an icy blue, the other is a light brown. Just so the 'dual colored' thing doesn't throw you off.