[he does, too, but this time he's going to keep his damn mouth shut. This isn't about him.]

On the one hand, maybe touching another one will fix it, but on the other hand...maybe it'll just make it worse. Dunno if I'd want to take that risk.

[now that the air between them seems clearer...he needs to get drunk for breakfast. Excuse him, cook, there's a liquor cabinet with his name on it.]

Told you you were the pretty one.