[Jin wraps an arm around Asher's side and hoists him up by the shoulders. Takeda is the psychic, not Jin: he's got no way to communicate that, rather than pity, it's sympathy that drives him to help the other man. An awareness that, many years ago, he was down and out, too.

Once Asher's steady, he replies:] Your room, clearly. Neither of us are drunk enough for you to be coming back to mine.

[And now is the only time he could even insinuate anything of the sort.]

Tell me where to go, all right?