Rosen tilted his head to the side, "I just gave her the best night of her life... and she won't remember it," he mused.

Long didn't say anything as he grabbed Rosen's arm to help him stand.

Rosen attempted to shake him off, swinging his bottle at him.

Long caught the bottle with his free hand, dragging Rosen up with the other.

Rosen suddenly shoved himself into Long with his full strength and mobility. Not unsteady on his feet in the slightest.

Long stumbled backward, stepping on a bottle which threw him off balance. But as he tried to regain it, he stepped on another and his feet fell out from underneath him.

Rosen landed right on top of him, "Surprised?" he hissed, "Well guess what, I can't get drunk!" he spat, "I can't get drunk, I can't get high and I can't forget! I can't forget anything! Thomas gave me no escape, do you know that? No escape!" he shouted at him.

Long swallowed a little. He looked a little afraid, but he didn't try to get up. After a few moments he started to say something, but stopped.

"Do you..." Rosen choked, for not being drunk he was getting pretty emotional, "know what it's like to never... forget? To never... be able to forget and yet to be... alone?" He swallowed, eyes tearing up, "Utterly... alone?"

Long swallowed again. After another few moments he replied quietly, "I don't know what it's like to not forget... but I know what it feels like to be utterly alone."

Rosen's eyes searched Long's for a moment, "I don't want to be alone," he whispered slowly, "I... I'm sick of being alone."

Long paused before nodding a little, he could relate.

There seemed to be an eagerness in Rosen's eyes, "You'll... stay, right?" he whispered, face getting closer to Long's.

"... Uh..." Long muttered, finding it hard to concentrate with Rosen getting so close.

"You won't leave, right?" Rosen whispered, getting even closer.

Long started to say something again, but it dribbled off as Long started to blush. He moved a little to try and get up, but his blush just deepened.