"Whoa, Stephen. You had a little much there?" Jason holds a hand out, ready to support Stephen if he sways a little further, if he topples. The concern on his face is laced with a small trace of disdain - Jason doesn't have much patience for alcohol and like most things in the Compson family, the fact that it comes from his father drinking himself into the ground is fairly public knowledge.

"Let's get you sat down." He puts a hand to Stephen's shoulder.