[ Neal resists the urge to say that he's drunker than Dean, and that they might get lucky and Neal will forget this conversation in the morning.
He's not that drunk. ] I'm not the sharing type either. I get it.
[ Neal gestures toward the pot on the stove. ] As much as you want.
[ He doesn't trust his own sense of balance enough right now to play host.
Dean says he's drunk. Neal knows that he's drunk, which should make him more cautious. But he's a romantic, too. He's a man in love with the idea of love, and the kind that would trade itself for someone else--that's worth putting himself out there for, a little. Even if the relationship isn't his. ]
Get drunk. If that's the only way. Create the circumstances that allow the conversation. [ It's quite possible, Neal reflects, that he's going to get himself punched. But in for a penny, in for a pound. ] How much is the torture of not knowing how he feels worth to you?
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He's not that drunk. ] I'm not the sharing type either. I get it.
[ Neal gestures toward the pot on the stove. ] As much as you want.
[ He doesn't trust his own sense of balance enough right now to play host.
Dean says he's drunk. Neal knows that he's drunk, which should make him more cautious. But he's a romantic, too. He's a man in love with the idea of love, and the kind that would trade itself for someone else--that's worth putting himself out there for, a little. Even if the relationship isn't his. ]
Get drunk. If that's the only way. Create the circumstances that allow the conversation. [ It's quite possible, Neal reflects, that he's going to get himself punched. But in for a penny, in for a pound. ] How much is the torture of not knowing how he feels worth to you?