He found himself wandering around in a place he couldn't recognize at first, but even when he couldn't, he knew this was familiar. He swore he had been here before, but what his goals were, or what he did, he never remembered.
"I swear to god." He muttered to himself under his breath, as he kicked away the keys that he dropped earlier, in a blurry fragment of his memory. Soon, after kicking them away, he realized that this object would be useful, especially if he wanted to have a warm place to rest.
He had way too much of anything that god forbid. He could remember himself getting stuck up with his friends, and drugging theirselves untill they couldn't think of any proper conversation subject, but like he cared. The only thing that was troubling him, was the fact he probably wouldn't find the way back home without someone guiding him. He'd wander off, just like his thoughts, as he couldn't grab onto a proper topic for longer than two minutes.

After picking up the keys in an slightly odd manner, and straightening his back, he squinted his eyes to look at the local clock. Recognizing the time was not hard, but realizing it was that late, kicked in a while after he was wandering on the streets again. Just as he thought he would, he wandered more and more, yelling at strangers, and trying to get his mind straight. Who was going to bring him home tonight? It was clearly not him who was able to do so.

-- Ashes

If it wasn't ashley that approached him, Glenn would've probably lashed out at her. It was then when he realized it wasn't a stranger, and you could see him smiling, though, it still seemed off in every way. The fact that Ashley had him seen when he drugged himself brought the dissapointment, but he couldn't care less as he was unable to recognize that emotion. However, he was happy it was her, and as if he was a protective mother, he rubbed his thumbs over her shoulder and dragged her close for a moment.
"Lately the ways turned around, didn't they?" Glenn muttered, being guided home by the girl he saved those two years ago. It indeed was true. She picking him up, instead of him going about and flailing about her safety, it was strange that things changed like this. He chuckled to himself as he got reminded of that, but didn't take the effort to explain. She wouldn't understand his ranting, anyway.
Quite thankful, Glenn let himself collapse on the couch. His head was spinning for a moment because of the sudden temperature change, but that would soon vanish as the warmth was way better than the sharp wind outside. When Ashley entered the room where he was settled in, he couldn't help it but smile at her for a moment, having the thought of standing up and leap at her, kissing her and just hold her close, but it would be out of the scene and therefore, Glenn was high.
"I missed you, where the hell have you been?" He asked her instead, with a boyish grin, and his hands clutched together. He indeed missed her, but the answer that he could expect probably was directed to that she always had been here, and he had to explain himself again. He would, but only if he had a proper explanation, and he didn't have one.

-- Ashes