stupid little tom x gatsby fanfic

concern .

"Are you alright , old sport ?" Gatsby questioned, though he knew clearly he wasnt. Tom's head spun at the sudden conversation — well one that involved him, the amount of booze he consumed catching up to him as he struggled to speak.
"..Im.. Im just fine.." He croaked out, trying to fight the dizziness , knowing he failed miserably once he was able to make out the puzzled look on Gatsby's face. Gatsby studied his glazed eyes and his red face, letting out a nervous chuckle as Tom put a hand on his waist.
"I think its time we get you home, old sport," Gatsby said, wrapping an arm around Tom's shoulders, feeling Tom sway unsteadily.