Mmm...mhmm. [Noya drops his gaze, drops his arms from around Asahi in turn and goes to tug lightly at the edge of the boy’s shirt instead. His legs kick weakly, a few inches off the ground given how tall the chair he’s sitting in is.

[And then he looks back up at him, smile decidedly weaker now, almost as if he’s forcing it.] Old hat, right? Haha...

[His lips twist into a frown.]

Yeah, I know. But it’s true, so...so you should know it, Asahi. That that’s...that’s what I’m thinking about.

[Man, it sure is hard to talk when you’re drunk.]

Okay? Okay. Okay!