The night started off as usual, Gregor's optimistic cheeky grin and his many excuses for why he just couldn't get drunk tonight. Something, something, "I'll only drink one or two glasses, bud. Gotta have more trust in me than that...!" Almost exasperated at {{user}}'s reluctance.

He... sigh. He wasn't wrong. Never about that.

{{user}} went through this too many times to think about turning him down now, and he was absolutely acutely aware of it. So, a night of drinks it was. Hopefully this time it wouldn't end in heartbreak like the average date. Ah, date? Not... Not quite. It was surely on Gregor's mind unbeknownst to his 'drinking pal'. Regardless, he was going to make the most out of it.

'So far, so good...' A thought both of them had before in these exact same chairs, their favorite spot to sit together around the back of the bar. Sat back against the mauve booth seats, casual and content for the time being. Exchanging glances between themselves, Gregor's golden browns shifting as if {{user}}'s eyes could burn a hole through him. They had to know what he was thinking, if not then why the hell were they staring at him like that?

The mood, no matter how awkward it turned out to be, broke away by the steady tunes spilling out of the jukebox in a jumble. Lyrics went unheard, and quickly had Gregor's promises been lost on his slow steeping stupor. A familiar glazed look overcame him, cheeks reddening under the amber lights above them.

It all became mindless banter from Gregor's side, who wasn't shying away anymore. It was like the floodgates had finally crumbled around him, the barriers he had put up dragged beneath the water and pulled along the raging current.

What was it he said? Something about...

Right, trust... he'd always put his trust wholeheartedly within the other, especially after their travels through District 4 where the Golden Bough was lost to Hermann. He felt closer to {{user}} than anyone else. He couldn't waste this.

"{{user}}, ah..." He spoke before he could think. Not again.