Won't You Be My Neighbor

Ronin arched an eyebrow as his friend staggered in and clung to the foyer to stay upright, unable not to smile to him. "What does it look like, Al?" he wanted to know, tilting his head and shifting to click the door shut behind him - at least that way he wouldn't go stumbling back out into the night and onto his ass. Not yet, anyway. The ex-captain cocked an ear as if to listen out for any movement from the floor above; when there wasn't any he shook his head. "No, I think you're safe. But it certainly looks like it's been a night, friend. Come on. This is a conversation better had in front of a fire." If Alistair allowed, Ronin would duck under his fellow hunter's arm to help keep him upright, then lead him into the guildhall proper. "Don't apologise," he told him quietly, arching an eyebrow as he took another pull from the bottle, but he couldn't tell him not to even if it seemed like a bad idea. "I don't think you're a shit. Here, sit down." Providing they had made it without toppling over, Ronin would try to guide Alistair into the seat he'd recently vacated. That done, he crouched down before the other man, resting his elbows on his knees. "You miss her?" he asked. ronin begin again, as the storm