Good, because I don't ever want to be crazy enough to marry you, and I don't fuck magicians. [ Lambert responds automatically.
However, he's getting the feeling his witty repartee is entirely lost on the man in front of him right now, though, given the state he's in. Drunk and crazy: probably not the wisest mix. Now, what to do about it? ... Right, he worked as a nurse for a hot second, he can do this.
Lambert squints down at the crazed mop of Strange's hair, frowning at him with the sort of expression only a man trying to remember how non-witcher livers work could possibly wear. Experimentally, he takes a few steps with his arm looped around Strange's torso, supporting him as he attempts to stagger them towards the window. ]
Are you going to throw up? [ He asks, tentatively. ]
okay, not even a little bit
However, he's getting the feeling his witty repartee is entirely lost on the man in front of him right now, though, given the state he's in. Drunk and crazy: probably not the wisest mix. Now, what to do about it? ... Right, he worked as a nurse for a hot second, he can do this.
Lambert squints down at the crazed mop of Strange's hair, frowning at him with the sort of expression only a man trying to remember how non-witcher livers work could possibly wear. Experimentally, he takes a few steps with his arm looped around Strange's torso, supporting him as he attempts to stagger them towards the window. ]
Are you going to throw up? [ He asks, tentatively. ]