Honestly? I don't think I'd mind. I think you're a wonderful partier, but I don't actually want to be in love with you, it looks like hard work. You're magnificent, but desolation isn't a look I look good in. I think my brother is worried I'll embarrass him and I've managed to go what looks like months without actually talking to him while in a town so small, they actually gossip about the weather, my closest friend excepting you is furious with me and trying hard to play it off like background anger (did you know background anger was a thing?)