"I don't want t'be babied by some prefect," Calvin slurs as he leans on Micah a little more. Then just a little bit more, until he's gentle (if not gracefully) pushing him down into the clovers with Calvin partially on top of him. "I'm not goin' to die while hearing some bloody lecture about drinkin' from someone no older'n me." His voice is muffled as he rests his face against Micah's chest.