He has a good hold of him, carrying like a dead-weight in his arms. The water soaked in his clothes made it all the heavier, and he smells terrible of alcohol and chlorine. He has a good hold on him, so he wouldn't make his escape all too easily.

Deadpan, unamused. "Mn." As he carries him off to the elevator as he makes a fuss as he hopes he could hold him as he struggles until he makes an attempt to reached his own room.