<strong>Name</strong>: Jack Harth<br/><strong>Time</strong>:  About a year ago<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Elena<br/><br/><strong>"Alcohol makes you forget you have problems. But, they're always there. What'll make you feel better is actually dealing with the problems. Then they'll be gone for good. And you can't do that if you're not sober."</strong>He tried to sound like he wasn't lecturing her, but honestly, he kind of was. With a firm, yet gentle, voice, which was full of compassionate warmth.<br/><br/>He laughed a bit when she called him a knight in shiny armor, genuine and kind of care free.  He shifted her in his grip lightly, doing his best not to disturb her too much, so that one of his hands could dip into his pocket, and take out his keys; but he kept her braced against his body, so that she would not be in danger of falling.<br/><br/>He was soon approaching the door to his place, and, through some manner of luck or extreme deftness--perhaps a bit of both-- managed to get the key in, twist the knob, and open it without losing the girl.<strong>"Careful, stairs incoming." </strong>He would warn.<br/><br/>A few moments later, when they were in the complex proper, he was climbing up a set of stairs, once more holding her in both hands.  Their were two dozen of them exactly, and then they were back to walking steadily, on even ground.<br/><br/>Another brief switch around saw her still pressed against his body as he unlocked the door to his apartment. Carrying her in, he would deposit her on the loveseat close by the door, laying her out gently, before going back to the door, removing his keys from it, shutting it, and locking it.<br/><br/>Inside, their was some light on, but it was fairly dim; a good thing for Elena.<strong>"This is my place. You can sleep the booze off here."</strong><br/><br/>