first and foremost, the last thing that michael should be doing was drinking himself to the point where he felt like it was a good idea to snatch the microphone mid song from the wedding singer. secondly, he was definitely going to regret this in the morning. "hey," he started, his voice slightly slurred, "hey! there's, ya know, something i want to say." he added and took a healthy gulp of the bourbon in his glass as his eyes met his best friend's, "i just wanted you to know that i'm happy for the two of ya. real, real happy," he paused, a small shake of his head following, "but i don't think i'm as happy as i would have been if you would've chosen me. gotta say, it hurts to be a second choice right now. i guess this is also a hell of a time to admit i'm in love with you too, huh?"