[He likes you a lot, too, Steve. It's why he's risking his neck climbing these steps for you. Wobbly or not, he manages it somehow and follows Steve obediently through the lobby.

Thank goodness the alcohol's still keeping things fuzzy for him right now - Sam's thought processes aren't quite coherent enough for him to get mortified by his current lack of dignity.

Eyeing the stairs with some trepidation, he still gamely works his way up.]

Just thought I'd go out for a couple of beers, you know? Only they had some new local brews on tap, and things kind of got away from me.

[And before he knew it, he'd sent that embarrassing sort-of-confession to Steve by text.]