Morning Simulator

Jeremiah: I'm fine. I can handle a bit of alcohill. Alcohole. Alcoh- You know what I mean.
You realize there's no way you can let him go home like this.
Jeremiah: Because you're my, my friend. My best friend. And I'm yours. Right?
You can tell by the way he looks at you that this is a genuine question.
You: Of course.
Jeremiah: Good cause I have no idea who you are. -hic-