"No, it's not that. I'm not offended," Emerson assured him, feeling kind of bad for being such a stuffy ass about it. What did it matter anyway? It wasn't like Jack couldn't just google the damn event or check the local records.
"It's not that I don't like having friends. I'm more social than I'd like to be, honestly." He got along with Eterna, for fuck's sake. Emerson scratched the back of his head with his free hand. Jack was spilling so much, aided by the alcohol or not. He kind of liked the guy and his husband/slave anyway. "It's a whole family died in a tragic demon-summoning accident kind of thing. Not my best party story, you know?"