🍻“ do you regret letting me close ?”
Nathan was on his fifth---was it fifth? shot of whiskey when the question came out of nowhere, and he turned toward the other in surprise, but a smile appeared on his face. “No. Not for a second. To tell ya the truth, I’m glad I did. Like it feels like I’ve been missing something and you popped up, know what I mean? I mean---you’re a cool guy. A good---a good friend. Easy to talk to. I kinda want to know a little more about you,” he murmured, his words slurring together as he tried to sort through his drunken thoughts. His thoughts went to their night together and he was quiet momentarily. “Do you regret letting me close?” Sober Nathan would ask that to move the attention and vulnerability off of himself, but drunk Nathan genuinely wanted to know the same thing.
