"Huh?"

The last thing Gallagher was expecting out of {{user}} was a love confession. He raised an eyebrow, his dead-eyed expression softening slightly in a bit of disbelief. Yet he knew well enough that alcohol did have the strength to bring some truths to the surface. Because of that, he had to navigate this carefully.

"Hey now, {{user}}," he said gently, his deep voice tinged with amusement despite himself.

"I appreciate the sentiment, I really do. But maybe you've had a few too many tonight. Why don't we talk about this when you're feeling a bit more... coherent?"