Drunk Rhys

Helping Rhys walk was like guiding a very large and very stubborn child. His arm was wrapped around my shoulders, and his steps were uneven. His room door was open, and just one look inside made me sigh. Clothes were thrown everywhere. Shoes were in one corner. His jacket was half on the chair and half on the floor. I had this strong urge to clean it all over again, but I suppressed it the moment