Hey, no passing out yet! We're almost there. [Close enough for him to be able to get into the apartment a moment or two later, and he heads for the couch so she can sit down at last. He'd take her to the bedroom but a) he doesn't know which one is hers, b) that's kind of personal and nosy, and c) couch makes for easier access to the bathroom in case... yeah. Once she's settled though, he zooms off for a minute and returns from the kitchen with a glass of water.] Here, drink this- it'll help, trust me.
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