Climbing the stairs while intoxicated, with most of Rupert's weight canting his skinny frame dangerously to one side, means that both of them are probably at great risk of toppling backwards. But they manage to make it to the landing, and further onward, toward the bedroom, step by wobbly step.

"I just don't understand," Jonas mutters under his breath. "It's only a doctor. What's the big deal about seeing a doctor..?"

He doesn't expect Rupert to answer. It's his choice to make, even if it's a bad one.

Though it feels like the journey takes a century, they finally reach Rupert's bed and Jonas clumsily helps him onto it, jostling and fumbling despite his best efforts. He's too small for this sort of work.