Vegas would absolutely be willing to cover shifts if Pete was too fucked out to walk! Proudly. Happily. Pete's well-being was his primary concern and if the needed rest, then he would get rest.

He slid his arms around Pete's waist to help keep him upright and leaned into his touch. Vegas' expression softened and his eyes fell closed before Pete's lips ever touched his.

"You don't have to thank me," he murmured when they parted. "It's my duty to take care of you. Always."