He felt a warm, solid body catch him, and he couldn't help a sigh of relief. It was the most comforting thing he could feel since... honestly, he didn't even want to think about that. He was just relieved that he'd found the right door, and the right person.

He mumbled incoherently all the way to Steve's bed, sighing in relief when he felt the softness of the covers beneath him, too out of it to even care about pulling them over himself instead. He had so much alcohol in him, it wasn't like he felt the cold anyway.

"Just want to stay," he mumbled, reaching for Steve's hand, clinging to his arm as tightly as he could manage. He was on the verge of tears, that much was likely obvious, too on edge to even realize that he couldn't filter his emotions properly like he normally would. "Please... let me. Don't... w-want to be alone..."