"I'm always affectionate," he pouted at him at the slight, but his face smoothed as he thought on something, the alcohol reducing his inhibitions, removing the filters he usually kept up.

He looked up at him, biting his lip a little. "I've wanted to hit on you, you know. I mean, you're good looking, and you're smart. Kind of a stick in the mud sometimes, but I mean you're a good guy. I just haven't cause, I dunno, I didn't want things being weird between us. I like you, I don't want to fuck that up."