The Most Important Rule is Kindness

Nairn chuckled as she gave him a time estimate, I don't like when you're drunk, he spoke softly, as he carried her away from the party, walking a familiar path, the one he'd often use when he was stalking outside of her home and she'd had no idea... You aren't a fun drunk, Megara. He grumbled, though the careful way that he walked, carried her, held her, and the fact he was grumbling about her state at all, were all familiar tells that gave away how much he cared.

But every-so-often isn't so bad. He added, as they turned a corner. Tick. Tock. Nairn could see the dark windows of her home, just ahead. As he stepped up onto the stoop, he'd settle her onto her feet, keeping a hand on her waist to steady her. He'd only release her once he was certain she'd stay upright.

Go settle on the couch," he'd lean around her to open the front door for her. And once she'd enter, he'd follow. He'd light a match, and go around lightning lamps so that they'd be able to see. He left her quest of finding a bucket to her.