It was quiet walking through the dark streets of the Lower Quarter, except for the pitiful moaning coming from the limp form slung half-way across his shoulders that made him laugh, "Man, Flynn, you are such a light-weight."
Another pathetic moan escaped the blonde and Yuri stopped at one of the intersections, trying to decide if it was worth the shortcut to try and drag Flynn down two flights of stairs, or more expedient to take the long way with the gentle incline. "Yuri..."
Half-way decided on risking the steps, he looked down at his companion, "Hmm?" surprised to find himself being stared at rather intensely, "You okay there, Princess?"
Flynn didn't even register the teasing comment, staring at Yuri with that abnormal focus of his- if slightly wavery, and said, with the utmost importance in his voice, "You, are very... very pretty."
Yuri snickered as he shook his head, "And you are very, very drunk. Seriously, Flynn, you had like three ales and a shot; I drank four soldiers under the table." cooking and drinking, two of the only things he was better than Flynn at, and the blonde still smarted over them. He smiled and shook his head again, "Come on, Sunshine, let's get you to bed."
"Yours?" That froze him and made him look at the blonde more seriously, "Please?" Flynn lunged (staggered) forward in an attempt at a kiss; missing by a mile and landing somewhere on Yuri's cheek.
"Flynn..." the tone was partly confused and partly warning, but the blonde was already back to being half-passed out and Yuri only sighed as he moved on, careful not to drop his life-long friend down two flights of stairs. After the fun that was -Note to self: definitely take the long way next time.- getting Flynn up the steps to his apartment was practically easy. Opening the door next to his own apartment -or more accurately fishing out the key for it while juggling Flynn- was another bit of fun he could have done without, thank you very much. Then he more or less poured Flynn into his bed and set about taking off his boots, "You so owe me for this."
"Y-Yuri..."
"If you were really serious about earlier, then come see me tomorrow morning; assuming you even remember, otherwise we'll forget all about it, okay?" He figured the unintelligible response he received was the best he was going to get, and with one last look over his shoulder at the passed out blonde, he headed for his own apartment, flopping on the bed and staring up at the ceiling for too long before rolling over in frustration, "Damn you, Flynn." Sleep was slow in coming, and not overly restful when it came.