[ he can see the way the alcohol is affecting the other boy -- the droop in his eyelids and the slight slur of his voice -- but he finds it more endearing than anything else. so he goes back to gently rubbing at the nape of noya's neck, massaging the muscles around his spine with gentle circles of his thumb. ]

Th-The pictures weren't dumb! [ flushing... a little... but he feels like it's something he needs to say. ] ... and, um... if you're sure that it's s-something you're comfortable doing...

... I w-wouldn't mind getting more?

[ ... okay, hang on. he's an embarrassing shade of crimson. ]