He never intended for this to happen, never even crossed his mind…
Looking at the drunk kids head sleeping on his lap, softly snoring, he felt a rush of fear crawling up and down his spine. How old was this kid? Did he just turn himself into a pedophile? The images of every possible doom scenario filled his head and disappeared just as quickly as they came when a soft murmur raised from his lap. It was getting kind of chilly, and the thought of Brendan or Cheryl coming downstairs while he and Joel where on the couch cozying up against each other, naked, made the man resort to get up and wake the boy just enough so he could get him moving upstairs. He'll just let the kid sleep it off in his bed. Brendan nor Cheryl would enter his room out of respect of his privacy, he knew that. The boy could sleep if off and he'll think of something to fix this mess in the morning.
After collecting all the scattered clothes from the living-room, he started gently shaking the boy's shoulder. "Joel…Hey, kid, wake up" Joel started moving, trying to get Walker's hand away from his shoulder, while murmuring indistinct words. A little firmer yank on his shoulder made de kid throw his legs from the couch to the floor and he slowly sat up straight. Well, at least as straight as a drunk kid that's still half asleep could get. Without opening his eyes his right hand followed Walker's right hand and he finally got up. Walker walked behind the kid as he steered him up the stairs, hoping they'd minimize the noise. Walker knew Brendan and Cheryl would probably both kill him if they'd catch him pushing a naked and drunk Joel into his bedroom.