4chan groaned, rather audibly at the question, and quickly poured himself another drink. This entire night was a mixture of disaster and he was pretty sure that his brain was being somehow damaged by the whole encounter- or something like that, his head feeling fuzzy either way. Perhaps, a flush had risen on his cheeks as well. Maybe he was trying too hard. Maybe there wasn't a point to any of this at all. Maybe he should just leave.
"Because. I. Like. You." he said, punctuating each word with the kind of indignant tone that one would expect to find with someone much younger- or more impatient, than 4chan. He kept his tongue in his mouth, silently for a moment.
"I mean, it's funny seeing you fucked up. I like it." suddenly, his tone was almost apologetic. He sat back in his seat, and kept to himself- arms folded across his chest, feet where they should be.