A pair of arms slip under his well before he hits the ground, but he might not notice the relative distance in his current state.

"There we go," Raguel's voice says, setting him down gently. "Wasn't that fun? Aren't you ready to have a nice conversation and some coffee?" He looks pointedly around the alleyway.

"Without the coffee, I guess. There's just no point without sugar, is there?" he rambles.