Taking care to keep his breathing even, Rhys met Ren’s eyes seriously and said, “You can’t say things like that just for kicks.”
“Well, obviously not,” Ren replied. Then he narrowed his eyes in displeasure. “What? Am I wrong? Don’t you like me?”
Rhys couldn’t take it and had to avert his gaze. “You’re too drunk, Ren.” He took several large gulps from his own can and turned his face further away. “I can’t trust what you’re saying.”
Feeling hurt, Ren snapped, “What the hell? I’m not that drunk. And this isn’t about me. I’m asking you. Don’t you like me?”
With a heavy sigh as he turned to face Ren again, Rhys thought, ‘This isn’t how I imagined it would go.’
He answered aloud, “If you’re even going to remember this tomorrow—yes, I do like you.”
“…”
Even though Ren had fished for this h
