Oh... [A blush rises up in his cheeks and he locks his eyes on the amber liquid in his glass. He's flattered and yet, he's not sure how to feel about that. Does he really sound like that? It's one thing to encourage someone not to give up or quit so they can make it out of a really shitty situation...but calling his own boyfriend a fucking pussy? He's not doubting it of course, it does seem like something he'd say, he's just not particularly proud of it. It puts some things in perspective.
His fingers idly play along the condensation on his glass before clearing his throat.]
I'm glad you seem to be in one piece... for the most part.