Narrator: *groan* Uh... my head hurts. West? Are we home?
Herbert: Of course we are home, my friend. Dean Halsey asked me to drag you out of his residence after you passed out from the alcohol. How's your head? Do you need more pillows? Do you need me to bring you any medica...
Narrator: It's just a hangover, West. Please don't treat me like I'm half dead.
Herbert: But I'm worried about you. *sniffle*
Narrator: *frown* Hey... don't tell me you cried while I was sleeping.
Herbert: *pout*
Narrator: Fine. Just treat me like I'm half dead. Feed me, bury me under the blankets, and comfort me with your clever words.
Herbert: *blush* Smarty. *kiss his cheek*


















