Much exhaled a deep, deep lungful of air. "Shiiiit," he said, and then grabbed Alan by the back of his shirt and pulled him closer, so Much could sling an arm around him for a minute. Well, for as long as Alan wanted, really. Much had spent the better part of a week in a van with four of his closest friends (and one Angel) and there'd been little to no personal space and Much kind of loved how they'd all used each other as furniture, pillows and mattresses. "You wanna talk about your feelings, Al? Or you wanna drink about it?"