I carefully helped Crispin up.

He seemed not entirely drunk yet, brushing my hand away with irritation.

The consequence was that he nearly stumbled to the ground.

Seeing that he was about to collide with the edge of the table, I quickly steadied him.

After making sure he was okay, I guided him out of the bar and stumbled towards home.

Finally, when we got homeI, I turned on all the lights and settled Crispin on the sofa.

Then, as usual, I went to the kitchen to prepare hangover soup and wet a towel in the bathroom.

I crouched beside the sofa, gently wiping Crispin's face with the towel.

As...