continued from here for @jazzsquarc
Claude had been called a lot of things in his life, including someone with a stick up his ass, but he could never say that buddy was included in the list. He wasn’t sure that Ryan was someone he’d consider a buddy, but he would take what he could get. “You think so?” he questioned, a brow raised as he leaned against the bar. He wasn’t really talking about being drunk on anything material than the drinks they’d had, but rather something immaterial. Claude was in his head, drunk with a little bit of confusion and a lot of longing. Whether it was yearning for the blonde in front of him or someone else, he wasn’t currently sure, but he would take his chances for now. “You know, I didn’t really mean literally. I don’t know, maybe I did. Is it not noble to want to be drunk on something that only exists in one’s head instead?” he asked, a bit cryptic but still true.
