"If by complimentary you mean loopy, sure. Vicodin is a heavy painkiller though. Most people only take it if they are in a lot of pain. I've only had to take it once, back when I broke my arm chasing a particularly nasty ghost though a rotting farmhouse and fell through the floor." He wasn't sure why he was explaining that to her but it kind of felt nice to talk about something from his past again. This was the first conversation since it had been jogged back into place that he'd had where he'd gotten the chance to reminisce.
He took a long drink from the can, eyeing her as she moved in to touch his tattoo. The expression on her face was so serious that he wondered what else she was thinking about when she looked at the red-rimmed black ink. He winced slightly as her tiny fingers skimmed the lettering, sending a spark of pain and itch through his bicep again. "No," he agreed. "It wasn't nice. I'm not expired. I'm in my prime." He touched her hand with his free one and smiled softly as he moved it away from his arm. His fingers closed over hers gently for a moment before he released them again to finish the beer in his second can.
"Ah so your beer is more a sort of seasonal thing. Kinda like hot chocolate in America. At least, that's what most kids drink when it's cold. I lean more toward coffee myself."
He continued to smile, watching her as she stayed close. Either she enjoyed his company or she didn't have much of a concept of personal space. It didn't particularly matter which was the case because he liked that she was close. She smelled sweet and sugary or maybe that was just a suggestion brought on by the pixie sticks and her sweet disposition. Regardless, this was pleasant. No balancing act of attraction and guilt the way it was with Shannon. This was pretty carefree and relaxed. Her internal peacefulness was infectious and he found himself simply smiling at her like an idiot but he didn't care.
Which was probably why when she leaned in closer to reach over and put the pixie sticks in his pocket, he didn't resist the impulse to kiss her cheek. It took him by surprise but he played it off with a light laugh. "I think some yellow pixie sticks taste like Luna's smiles," he said, teasing her in hopes she'd smile and not smack him for having taken the liberty.