Luke jumped, and frowned, watching the struggle between the stranger and the bartender.
He narrowed his glance at the man's hand as he walked away, seeing some blood.
He stood up, and followed the man close behind, "Hey, are you ok? D'you need help?"
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"Thanks for the offer, but I think I'm alright," Castor replied.
But he was clearly pretty drunk. He hadn't even noticed the blood on his hand. Perhaps a little pain, but he'd shaken that off.
Castor even struggled with the bathroom door a bit. Was it push or pull? He didn't know.
He stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the sink. And that's when he noticed the cut on his hand, but he still didn't think much of it. After all, no one had noticed that he didn't drop the glass, right?
"Stop being so damn stubborn, you're drunk, here, let me help."
Luke grabbed his hand and lifted it in the air, shedding some light onto it. It wasn't as deep as he thought it was, but it was still deep.
He shook his head and pushed his hand over to the sink, "How did you cut your hand dropping the glass?"
"I… don't know," Castor replied, "I don't remember cutting my hand at all. Mm, maybe a shard flew up and hit me. That's probably it."
He looked over at the guy helping him out and smiled a bit still not fully grasping the gravity of the situation.
"Sorry I intur-intr- interrupted everything."
"Don't worry about it, it's not your fault you cut your hand."
He focused intently on cleaning his cut, trying to be gentle and not hurt him, but he was unsure whether he even felt it.
Luke frowned a bit at what the man said, a shard flew up.
His thumb rubbed lightly around the cut, washing the last bit of blood away and he looked down at his shirt, shrugging, and ripping a piece from it, starting to tie it around the cut.
Castor winced a bit at having the wound touched, but let Luke continue.
"Thanks for helping me out," he said softly.
He used his other hand to turn off the sink, but when he did, the handle came loose.
"Ah, dammit…" Castor murmured, trying to fix it.
Yet, as drunk as he was, he just made matters worse.
Luke frowned, finishing the tie, and he stepped back, "Don't mention it."
He jumped slightly when he ripped the faucet handle off and watched as he struggled to put it back on.
He stared at him, mind racing, and shook his head, rubbed his eyes, and patted him on the back.
"Don't drive until you're sober."
He started out of the bathroom.
"Oh, I won't. I walked here," Castor reassured the other guy.
But then he stopped in his tracks. He'd probably revealed enough to make Luke suspicious, but he didn't want to directly bring it up.
"Hey, is there anything I can do? To um, pay you back for your help?" he asked.
If Luke was paying enough attention, he would almost certainly notice the way the way Castor's pitch raised, indicating that he was worried, perhaps even a little frantic.
Luke frowned, something he has found himself doing frequently with this guy, and he shook his head, "No, no I'm fine, just get yourself back home safe."
He wanted to offer to walk him home, but with what the man did, he was kind of scared of him.
"I'll, see you later I guess."
He started to walk away, trying to get away from him because he could tell that the man was worried about something.
I shouldn't have come here.
Castor frantically followed Luke out, trying his best not to arouse suspicion. He paid his bill, not even waiting for change back, then he pushed past Luke and hurried outside.
There was a little sway in his step as he went. He was pretty drunk. Not enough to completely keep him down, but another drink or two would've done it.
"What the hell?"
He watched as the man shoved past him outside.
Luke's gaze focused on his swaying, he was really damn drunk.
He sighed and rolled his eyes, He's gonna get himself killed, the idiot.
Luke caught up to him and grabbed his arm, "Do you live far from here? I can give you a ride."
Luke was probably making a mistake, but he could call someone if he noticed things going bad.
"It's not far. I'd rather walk alone though, thanks," Castor replied, breaking eye contact off as he said this.
"Sorry to bother you."
He had at least stopped walking for now, really not wanting the guy to follow him home. Best case scenario, he'd end up moving. Worst case, he would be caught again. The idea of going back made him shudder.
"You are in no shape walking home by yourself, it's no trouble really, I'm sober, that and I'm a safe driver, I promise."
Luke narrowed his gaze on the man, refusing to let him walk home by himself. If he would refuse the ride again, Luke had already determined that he would walk with him, at least some of the way.
"You can drop me off at the closest bus station to my house. How about that?" Castor said.
He didn't want to make too much of a stir, but with all the suspicion he'd probably aroused, he did not want this guy to figure out exactly where he lived.
But at the moment, he wasn't really thinking about how dangerous it could be to get in a car with a stranger, either.
"That's fine with me." He didn't want to sound to prying, he just didn't want some stranger to die.
He led the man to his car and opened the passenger door, pointing.
"Go right ahead," He smiled.
"I, uh… thank you," Castor replied.
He was a bit nervous still, understandably so, but he didn't have much choice but to keep acting like things were fine.
Though he hoped the other wouldn't question why he was leaving in such a hurry.