[ That sounded like ... Shinjiro was beginning to wonder if he's had too much to drink. Or not enough to drink. Of course Scott was only talking about needing help. He flushed deeper. ] ... Uh. Yeah. The help. I'm, um, fine.
[ ... This nice feeling in his stomach. He couldn't blame it on the incubus thing, not now. And, he knew the difference between being drunk and feeling nice around other people. Usually, when he was drunk, he was more depressed about others, instead of feeling ... hopeful nice.
... Shit.
Scott was a nice guy, and Shinjiro wasn't. Shit.
He looked away from Scott's hands, to his own. He was very quiet. ]
You should. I ... I really think you deserve th'best stuff, Scott.
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[ ... This nice feeling in his stomach. He couldn't blame it on the incubus thing, not now. And, he knew the difference between being drunk and feeling nice around other people. Usually, when he was drunk, he was more depressed about others, instead of feeling ... hopeful nice.
... Shit.
Scott was a nice guy, and Shinjiro wasn't. Shit.
He looked away from Scott's hands, to his own. He was very quiet. ]
You should. I ... I really think you deserve th'best stuff, Scott.