For some reason her muffled voice had an effect on him. It was stupid, considering how high she was and how inappropriate this situation was in its own right (this wasn't exactly your typical romance novel), but it stirred something nonetheless. Even if he knew better than to think of a girl like this in this context, it was difficult to keep his stupid little crush at bay. Even if he knew he likely couldn't help her, that she was more in need of professional help, he was invested now. He had to see to it that she was alright. And while he knew that was dangerous-- incredibly so-- he simply couldn't turn a blind eye.
So he strapped her into the passenger's seat of his car, which was parked somewhat near the Kappa house. He'd been wise enough to park there and walk to her dorm. Not that he planned to drive if he was at all intoxicated, but he never knew if he needed to make a quick exit, and he was surprised that that wisdom came to some use. Part of him knew it would be smart of him to take her back to her dorm, but he also knew that he could be spotted by an RA and kicked out if he stayed late enough. And he certainly wanted to stick around to make sure she was alright.
It didn't take him long to crawl into the driver's seat of his car, in which case he didn't hesitate, cranking it immediately and backing out of there. As he drove he was silent, turning to inspect her every now and then though otherwise leaving her be. Eventually he reached his apartment-- it wasn't a far drive at all-- parked, and opened the door. "We're here," he told her as he reached the passenger's side; he wasn't sure what being high was like, so he thought an announcement was safe.
And, of course, he waited for her to get out for a moment before realizing that he likely needed to carry her again. His arms hadn't quite stopped aching from carrying her before, but he mustered up the strength anyway, one again gathering her precariously in his arms and making his way up the steps towards his apartment. For once he was cursing living on the second floor; his legs shook with every step, though eventually he reached his front door, pulling out a key and unlocking it quickly.
For a moment he considered leaving her on the couch, but neither did he want to deal with any questions from his roommates. They would understand, he supposed, but it was easier to avoid that. So instead he carried her to his room, laid her down on the bed, and sat next to her. "You feeling okay?"