[ Doug still follows, weaving a little but managing with competency. He rubs his face again, exhaling and wincing once more when the bright elevator lights are in his sights, but after shutting his eyes for ten or seconds it becomes less of a problem. Inside the elevator he leans lightly against one of the walls, feeling both -- as he sobers -- uncertain about the prospect of honesty and relieved by it.
It does weigh on a person eventually. And if they're all effectively alone here anyway, is there that much to lose? ]
Sorry. [ It's quiet, followed by another exhale to circulate more air to his brain. ] You're a pretty good kid, Pete. Didn't mean to turn you into a babysitter.
THE DELAY. SORRY AGAIN FOR IT.
It does weigh on a person eventually. And if they're all effectively alone here anyway, is there that much to lose? ]
Sorry. [ It's quiet, followed by another exhale to circulate more air to his brain. ] You're a pretty good kid, Pete. Didn't mean to turn you into a babysitter.