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George sighed as he saw the beer bottles strewn around the kitchen. Elliot had apparently had a bad day.

And he was dealing with it in the one way George hated. He hated alcohol, he hated drugs. Sighing, he walked to the living room, where Elliot was waiting.

"Hey." Elliot mumbled. George didn't respond and sat next to him.

"Want to talk about it?"

"What?"

"Why you got drunk?

"Y'know I don' like bein' shrunk…"

"I'm not shrinking you Elliot. This is me as your lover."

"Still don' wanno."

George almost hit something in frustration, but caught himself. Instead, he said "Fine, your choice Elliot. I'm going to bed."

Elliot grabbed his hand. "Sorry George. M'sorry." George kissed him. "Let's talk tomorrow." They both walked to the bedroom.

They couldn't always save each other from bad choices, but George was determined to help Elliot somehow. Elliot knew that, and that's one thing he liked about George- George wanted to help him and even though Elliot hated being analyzed, he loved George.