"I'm one of those things," John agreed without clarifying which of the two. His open arrogance was really just a shield to keep back the soul crushing insecurities. The bravado he put on was not how he really felt.
But he frowned at Ray's reply, feeling like he'd failed him in some way. And maybe he had. He'd always been a day too late with his past lovers too, always afraid to just say what he needed to, and maybe it was because Vallo was...he hesitated to use the word perfect, but compared to their reality it really, truly was. Maybe that's why he hesitated, not wanting to jinx this, afraid he'd wake up back home again.
But he was too drunk to think too heavily on that, leaning into the second kiss with even less balance than the first. He pulled away somewhat reluctantly to keep standing, opening his eyes to look at Ray. "The most important?" he questioned. "Does that mean I get drunken cuddles?"