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Grenn was very drunk by the time that they got into the car, his eyes glazed, his mouth hanging open.
“You don’t think he’ll vomit, will he?” Sam asked, clambering into the back of Pyp’s station wagon.
“If he does, I’ll kill him,” muttered Pyp, glancing over his shoulder to check for traffic. It was late–much later than he knew that Sam had intended to be out, and even though it was raining, Pyp drove a little faster than he probably should have to get Sam home. He lived further from the bar than Grenn did, but Grenn wouldn’t notice, and Grenn had given up the right to complain, frankly. There was no one on the road, and Pyp knew how to handle hydroplaning. He wasn’t worried.
The lights in Sam’s apartment were on when they got there, and Sam waved goodbye tiredly as he got out of the car without a word. Grenn started when he slammed the door.
“What? Where? Who?”
“Getting you home,” said Pyp.
“Yes, that’s me,” said Pyp.
“Oh. Good.” Grenn made as if he were chewing the air, frowning slightly. "How long?“
"How long till what?” Pyp asked, pulling back out onto the road.
“Home? Need to piss.”
“Ten minutes. Maybe less,” Pyp replied.
“Need to piss now, Pyp,” said Grenn.
Pyp rolled his eye and pulled over to the side of the road. It was still raining, though not as heavily as before. The thunder had stopped as well, so he couldn’t really say it was too dangerous. He put the car in park, and Grenn pushed open the door and almost fell onto the ground.
“Oh, you great idiot,” sighed Pyp, unbuckling and getting out on his side. He rounded the car quickly, helping Grenn to his feet. "Can you do it on your own?“ he asked.
"Yes,” said Grenn emphatically, stumbling over to a tree. Pyp rolled his eyes and turned away so, keeping his eye on the road in case someone drove by and he had to think up some sort of quick excuse.
“Pyp,” called Grenn.
“You’re the best, you know that?”
Pyp would have smiled, except he was cold and wet and tired and hadn’t gotten to drink this evening because he was the one driving everyone home.
“Thanks, Grenn,” he said.
“I mean it–you really are. Better than everyone else. Best in the world.”
“It would mean a lot more if you said that when you weren’t taking a piss,” said Pyp.
“Well, I’m saying it now because I can. I’m drunk. And you’re supposed to say things you mean when you’re drunk.”
“You more than anyone. You about done? It’s still raining.”
Grenn stumbled back from the tree and wrapped his arms around Pyp. It was a tight hug, and for a moment, Pyp was afraid his ribs would break.
“Best friend,” said Grenn. "The very best.“ And he pressed a kiss to Pyp’s lips.