[There's a faint faltering in his voice, as though that somehow takes him by surprise, but he smiles again as he leans against the bar once more. He's beginning to feel that pleasant softening of edges that comes when a good, stiff drink is doing its job properly, and with how easy their exchange continues to feel, all of a sudden he's no longer thinking so hard about what he should and shouldn't say, self-imposed boundaries he's otherwise tried his best not to cross.]
That's very lucky for me, then. I want you to like me.
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[There's a faint faltering in his voice, as though that somehow takes him by surprise, but he smiles again as he leans against the bar once more. He's beginning to feel that pleasant softening of edges that comes when a good, stiff drink is doing its job properly, and with how easy their exchange continues to feel, all of a sudden he's no longer thinking so hard about what he should and shouldn't say, self-imposed boundaries he's otherwise tried his best not to cross.]
That's very lucky for me, then. I want you to like me.