[Gods, but he's far too soft if he's really going to go against those pitiful pleas. He can't help but roll his eyes.]

Bullshite. If I leave you alone, it'll be a matter of time ere someone either attempts to drag you away just the same, or you drink yourself to death.

[Besides, that claim that this person "won't care" is more than a little peculiar. More likely, it's just that this madness is hurting their friendship, if that's what it is.]

You can't even bloody walk. Cease complaint; we're leaving.

[And out the door they go. If he must pay coin to see this fool get some godsdamn rest, so be it, but he's already put up too much of a fuss to give up.]