"Because...." He put his hand to his head and frowned again. "I don't remember..."

Anthony nodded. He put his hand on the nape of Tobias' neck again, having forgotten the whole 'people will see' thing. "A good reason."

A shiver went through his body and started him. Tobias shifted again, only to fall out of his seat on to the ground.

Anthony pulled his hand away and cringed. "Oh!" He also got up from his seat, and clumsily leaned down and tried to help him up. In truth, he was probably hindering him more than aiding him, but it'a the thought that counts, right? "Are you okay?"

"Aye...." Tobias said, and he tried to pull himself up using Anthony's arm, probably pulling him down instead.

"Alright!" said the barmaid, approaching them. "Probably time for you to go to yer room and home and get some sleep." She took the empty glasses from the table and walked away.

Anthony held onto the table, thank God that it didn't get pulled down as well. With that support, he managed kind of...fine? Fine was the wrong word. 'Not horribly' would have been more accurate. Anthony looked at the barmaid and huffed, but didn't respond. Of course this night just had to end horribly.

With Anthony's help, Tobias managed to get back into his seat. "Yes mother...." he muttered.

Anthony giggled like a child. He pulled himself up as well, but didn't bother with sitting down. They were currently getting kicked out anyways, weren't they? He just held onto the table and tried to stay upright, because his legs were definitely not capable of csrrying him on their own.

Tobias didn't even try to get up. He put his head down on the table. He'd need some rest before he would try going upstairs.

"Oh, you poor baby," Anthony mocked, petting Tobias' head again. Guess they were just gonna stay here for a little bit, then.