Simon opened his eyes. "Where am I?"

Elijah sighed and rubbed his face. "My place. I found you drunk. Remember ?"

"Oh... who are you?"

Elijah stared and looked confused. "Elijah? You've known me for years. "

"Oh, right..." He sank back and fell asleep again.

Elijah sighed and got his tea and sat and the other side of the sofa. He drank slowly while he kept an eye on Simon in case he woke again.

Simon wouldn't wake up until a few hours later, when nature called. He clumsily found his way to the toilet house, and made his way back in, lying down on the sofa, but not sleeping.

Elijah had eventually succumbed to slumber. He woke up startled when he sat back down. He rubbed at his eyes and straightened. "Morning. How do you feel?"

He had a massive headache, felt sick, and was still tired, but the alcohol had messed up his sleep. There were more pressing concerns. "God, Elijah... Mr. Crane... ser... I am so sorry for the trouble." He got up poked the embers in the hearth to make himself useful.

"Don't do that. I'm your friend. I'll always be Elijah. Sit down, you must feel awful. " He got up, feeling a bit stiff from sleeping upright and went to get him a glass of water. "Drink up."