Joe mentioned Booker carrying him and then he was being hauled around and he grunted a little as he went from comfortably sprawled to suddenly semi-upright. His eyes narrowed a little, but he was drunk and sleepy and for once the alcohol hadn't made him mean and bitter. So instead of flailing until he 'fought' himself loose, he simply rolled off the couch, catching himself with one hand and his knees.

The glare would have been impressive if his eyes could stay open.

"I can walk."

See, he could climb to his feet and even stand completely upright.