"You would. You're lucky you have a hard head or you might have a concussion." Nicolas wrapped his arm around Spike's waist and held him close that way, just in case he might fall over. A definite possibility, judging by how he was walking right now.

"Sure, I can help a little. Means I get to check out at all your things, eh?" Not really how he should be spending his time, but he supposed he could be excused for one evening spent with a friend instead of practising. "Hey, are you going to that school dance next week?"