"Eddyyyyyy!" Brett cheered when he saw him, laughing at his own clumsiness. He sat on the floor still with his shoes on.

"Hey Brett", Eddy said flatly while studying him, thinking about how cute he was when he was drunk like this. He also cursed himself out mentally for even thinking about it.

"Eddyyyy.... I'm like SO drunk bro..." Brett said, followed by an attempted serious face. He didn't even try to get up from the floor, and leaned against the white wall next to him. Eddy sighed.

"I can tell. You able to get up?" He didn't really want to touch Brett, knowing how it would mess with his brain and turn it into mush, but at the same time he really wanted to do just that. He wanted to have Brett hold his arm around him, even if it was just to support himself in his drunken state.

"Yeah I can accctuallllly!" Brett exclaimed sternly and made an attempt to get on his feet on his own. He quickly ended up back in his sitting position with his back against the wall. "See I meant to do that", he announced in defeat followed by some giggles.

Eddy couldn't help but snicker at the helpless man in front of him. "You want some help? Get you in bed and all?" he suggested while he slowly and carefully pulled down the sleeves of his hoodie as he no longer worried too much about getting a stain on it that would show. Brett didn't seem to notice this action, luckily.

"You can take me to bed alright", Brett said, suddenly in a more flirting tone. This took Eddy by surprise and his cheeks turned bright pink.

"Oh uh.. that's not... uh..?" he stuttered, but Brett just laughed. It had to have been a joke. He didn't mean it like that, it was nothing but a joke. Just a joke. You're just a joke to him anyway. His mind went around in circles, pulling him further into the hole he had dug out for himself earlier that night.

"You helping or what?" the drunk man complained before rolling his eyes. "Comeoooonnnnn pleeeeeaaaseeee..." Eddy stood up and walked over to him. Time to get this idiot to bed. He grabbed a hold of his hand and tried to pull him off the floor with little luck.

"Come on, you gotta help too. I can't carry you." Brett's pout was unspeakably cute, but he eventually used some of his leg muscles and got on his feet. He put his arms around Eddy's waist like a hug and held on tight as not to fall over again. Eddy couldn't help but enjoy the touch, even though he knew it meant nothing to Brett. He meant nothing to Brett.

"Let's get you to bed" Eddy sighed and led his giggling drunk friend to his bedroom.

After a massive struggle he finally got Brett to let go and lay down on the bed. Eddy took off his shoes and brought them back to the shoe rack by the entrance, only with protests from Brett as he left the room.

"Eddyyyy!!!" he had yelled as soon as he was out of sight, but he calmed back down when Eddy entered his room again.

"You gonna sleep in all those clothes? You're gonna melt", Eddy commented as Brett was wearing his jean jacket, a t-shirt and his trousers still. Wait, wasn't that Eddy's jean jacket?

"Can you help me take them off?" Brett said, again in that drunken flirty tone from earlier. Eddy's stomach made a quick flip before he caught himself having those feelings. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He doesn't like you like that. Gotta stop.

"Can't you do it yourself?" Eddy asked, not really wanting to get his brain going by helping him, but Brett shook his head hard at him, causing his glasses to fall off.

"Noooope!" he said, followed by another giggle. He didn't seem to even register his glasses falling off. Eddy sighed for probably the millionth time that evening.

"Alright", he sighed. "If you insist." Eddy helped him sit up on the bed by sitting behind him to hold him up so it would be easier to take off his jacket. He did his best to make this as platonic as humanly possible, but undressing someone on a bed didn't make that easy. What made it more difficult was the fact that Brett kept leaning back on him and resting his head on his shoulder.

"Come on, Brett, you're making it difficult. Gotta sit up properly", he commented as if he was annoyingly handling a child. The drunk man in his arms grunted at him in an annoyed tone.

"Cause you're gonna leave me", he said and tried to grab a hold of Eddy's hand that was trying to get to a point where he could open the button of Brett's trousers.

"You don't want me to sleep here, so yeah, I'll have to leave", Eddy commented while looking down at their hands. Brett's hand was so small compared to his, but he still thought they fit perfectly together. He also cursed at himself mentally for thinking that.

"I DO want you to sleep here!" Brett exclaimed, trying to turn to look at Eddy, but not really making it all the way around. Eddy bit his bottom lip hard. Shit. He knew sober Brett would never have said that, and would never want that. Drunk Brett was very obviously not letting him leave, though.

"Alright, but we gotta get your trousers off anyway. It's gonna be bad to sleep in those." Brett nodded eagerly, and let Eddy unbutton his trousers and slide them down beneath his knees. At that point Brett just kicked them off.

Meanwhile, Eddy made himself comfortable on Brett's double bed, not wanting to take off any clothes. He didn't want Brett to wake up to his horrendous body first thing in the morning anyway. Maybe he'd just leave once Brett had fallen asleep?

That thought was quickly set aside when Brett crawled up to lie with his head on Eddy's chest. Eddy freezed, not knowing what to do. His brain cursed at him for being there in the first place. It was wrong. Sober Brett would scream if he found himself this close to Eddy ever.

"Nighty", Brett mumbled and closed his eyes. He put his arms tightly around Eddy's waist, hiding his face in his large hoodie and falling asleep.

"Night", Eddy sighed and closed his eyes as well. He ignored his screaming brain, he ignored the stinging on his arm, and he fell properly asleep for the first time in days.