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Chapter 29

But to my surprise, after a long few seconds of just looking at me, he started getting up. Though after slipping on the floor twice, I could tell he needed some help; so I hesitantly made a few steps toward him and slowly gripped his forearm, helping him stand up. He didn't really sound drunk; but his actions were telling the complete opposite.

"Alright," I said through a small sigh, and became speechless for a split second when he grabbed my jacket tightly, as if his life depended on it. Which it kind of did. "Let's go."

"Where are we going?" He mumbled as I gave the woman a polite smile, when she opened the door for us. "How are we going to get there?"

"I'm-I'm taking you home," I said, making sure he understood everything that I was saying. "Briana lent me her car, and she's gonna come to pick it up tomorrow." I made a mental note to just park her Opel in front of my house, so she doesn't have to bother with pulling out of the garage.

"Did you really ask her to give you her car so you can pick me up?" It literally took him no less than ten seconds to say all of that. Mumble it out, to be precise.

"Yeah, then I gave her a ride to her house so she could see that I'm not gonna crash it." For a moment, everything felt normal. I almost felt like we were just Sally and Liam again, and that me picking him up from the police station was no big deal. Now we were just going back to his apartment where I'd put him to sleep, and lie next to him so he wouldn't be alone.

Sweet dreams.

"Cool," Was all he said to that, and I felt him slowly starting to let go of me. Just as I'd become a little depressed about it, he grabbed my jacket again when he almost slipped and kissed the floor, again. There's one good thing about this whole thing.

"You should be more careful," I said with a tiny smile, my hand hesitantly moving to his back. "At least until we get to your place. Then you can limp as much as you want to."

Liam snorted at that, and didn't say anything. I nodded to myself; it was too early to start cracking jokes about anything. Yes, I see it now.

"What's the time?" He asked as we walked out of the building. I didn't check my watch until we got to Briana's car, – I couldn't thank her enough for deciding not to go with me – unlocked it, put Liam in it and sat in the driver's seat. Which was literally about five minutes later.

"Um, it's 2:30," I mumbled while starting the engine, and took a glance at Liam. His eyes were halfway closed and his face unbearably emotionless, but he didn't look all that tired. He was just staring straight ahead of himself – something I should have been doing too – and looked like he was deep in thought.

"You alright?" I asked, looking away from the street several times so I'd look at him. "When was the last time you shaved..?"

"Why are you doing this?" He spoke all of a sudden, and I had to look away from him when his eyes met mine; the look in them wasn't that friendly at all.

"Doing what?" I asked, voice far too chill for the situation we were in.

"This... all of this," He said, "Picking me up from the police station, caring about when I last shaved... like... why?"

"Um..." I shifted in my seat; when I got the information that he was wasted, I definitely didn't think we'd be having a deep-ass conversation in Briana's car. "I-I care."

"But why?" He interrupted me before I could say 'about you', "Why would you care about anything related to me?"

I gulped at the first thought that crossed my mind, "Because I... I don't know," I finally said, lacking better lies. "I mean, I know we're not exactly best friends right now, but I don't want to just... just cut you out of my life."