[Oh my god trust fund baby . . . actually, this isn't the stupidest thing he's seen in this bar by far, because drunk people are, honestly, idiots. This is sort of endearing, honestly, and he won't deny Ling's slender fingers latching onto his arm is anything but enjoyable.
He ends up grabbing his hips, tugging him bodily forward, trusting his own strength to stop Ling from pitching forward. It's a bit of a trial, lacking anything close to grace, but they manage it, ending with Ling getting both feet on the ground and his body pressed flush to Greed's.
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He ends up grabbing his hips, tugging him bodily forward, trusting his own strength to stop Ling from pitching forward. It's a bit of a trial, lacking anything close to grace, but they manage it, ending with Ling getting both feet on the ground and his body pressed flush to Greed's.
Which isn't such a bad position to be in.]
Idiot.
[Chiding, but fondly meant.]