[Steve sat back up and laughed, patting one of L.L.'s thighs lightly.]


That's a sweet offer, but I'm good. Here, I'm gonna help you get up and get someplace safe while the drink wears off, ok? I'm touching.


[It was almost like trying to deal with a potentially vicious animal. Steve's moves were practiced and impersonal as he gathered L.L. into his arms and got the limp body off the couch.]


Do you think you can walk? If I carry you, people might get the wrong impression. Like that we actually get along.