When we reach the building, you sober up.
"What's up?"
You just shake your head and follow me upstairs.
"I have to leave."
Suddenly, I have something caught in my throat. "What?"
My voice is hoarse. I don't want you to leave.
You chuckle and I relax instantly. How easily you affect me...
"I'll come back tomorrow. I just don't want to get in your flat. It's wrong."
I just nod. I don't know what to say.
I don't think it wrong. It's always right when it comes to you.
Always.