Finally, Sky took his hands off the wall, swaying a bit. He immediately tried his best to keep his balance. This dinner was important to Alex, so he was going to try his best to act normal now. When he got home, he could drink more and pass out on the bathroom floor all he wanted, but now, he needed to do this for Alex. "No, I got this. I just hope they don't ask too many questions." Skylar said, starting to walk towards Alex's door. He opened it and made his way to the stairs. Looking down, he internally panicked, but started to go down them slowly. Once he successfully got down them, he turned around to look at Alex.

Alex stood still as he waited for Skylar's answer, watching each move he made as he stood off the wall, noting how he swayed a little while trying to keep his balance. "Okay." He said after a moment's pause, and then he was moving to follow Skylar out of his room. He kept close to him as they walked down the hall, and then as he began to descend the stairs. As he followed after him, he remained ready and prepared to catch him should he show any sign of losing his balance. Unfortunately, despite Skylar's words, Alex didn't doubt that his parents already had their list of questions ready and prepared to ask Skylar the moment they had him cornered at the dinner table. It was one of the reasons he'd been so upset upon realizing that Skylar was drinking. Their relationship had to remain a secret, and he would be lying if he said he wasn't terrified of the possibility that Skylar might say something he shouldn't, thanks to the alcohol. Perhaps he could cut in and answer questions for him, though whether or not his parents would accept his answers, he wasn't sure. For both his and Skylar's sake, he hoped so.

((Sorry this is so poorly written. >.> Kind of distracted at the moment.))

Skylar took a deep breath and mentally prepared himself for the dinner. With the state he was in, unless Alex's parents were really dumb, they would for sure notice there's something wrong. Sky began to think of any excuses he could make. Maybe he wasn't feeling the greatest, or he was on some medication that messed with him and not eating didn't make it any better. Maybe one of them will save his ass, but he doubted it. Not talking would be the best option, but that would be even more disrespectful, and he's been nothing but disrespectful to Alex. Turning the corner to go to the kitchen, his heart jumped out of his chest when he finally saw Alex's parents. He forced a smile on his face and got ready to speak. "Hey, Mrs and Mr Harsfield." Skylar managed quietly.

Alex's mother was just setting the pan with the homemade lasagna on the table when Skylar moved into the kitchen. She looked up upon seeing movement and then hearing Skylar's voice, a warm and friendly smile graced her lips as she looked at him. "Excellent timing. Dinner's just finished." She said as she moved to step around the table and toward Skylar and Alex. "You must be Skylar. Alex has told us a great deal about you." She said, her tone warm and friendly. Alex managed a faint smile at that and threw a glance at where his father was already sitting at the head of the table. He took note of the way he was studying Skylar before standing and extending a hand toward him. "Glad to see Alex making new friends." He said, his voice gruff. Alex found his blue eyes following the movement of his father's hand, his heart jumping into his throat nervously. Swallowing thickly, he glanced toward his mother and then to Skylar.