[ It is sad. Sad in a way that makes his throat close up, chest almost suffocatingly full with painful warmth and love and sadness all over. He's not sure if it's the alcohol doing it or just Helix or both, but whatever it is it forces him to press in closer, glass gingerly held in his hand as he hugs his boyfriend close. ]
You don't drink as much now, do you? [ Softly, half-mumbled against the others neck. ] I mean, not like that night.