"Suga… Suga, wake up. We're here."
Zion gave his shoulder a gentle shake. If Suga didn't wake, he was ready to just carry him inside. But after a few moments, Suga's eyes fluttered open, and the instant he saw Zion's face filling his vision, he burst out laughing.
Zion frowned slightly, unsure what Suga found so amusing. As far as he could tell, there was nothing funny about his appearance at the moment.
"Suga… what's so funny? You've been laughing a lot. Tsk. Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you?"
"Don't worry ... haha, don't worry, I can walk."
"You sure?"
"I can, just, um … move back a little."
Opening the car door wider and shifted aside to give him room. Suga pushed himself up, managing a few steps only to stumble and nearly collapse, if not for Zion's quick arm looping around his waist.
"This is impossible," Zion muttered, exhaling sharply. "You're drunk."
"I'm not… my vision's just a little blurry. Probably because I stood up too fast. That's all…"
