[He doesn’t know who you are, but you’re a pal. Cam ignores the glass of water to grin a sloppy lopsided grin at Akira. What a good friend, watching over him like this, helping him out. Affectionately, he reaches out with a frosting-smeared hand to pat Akira on the cheek.]
You’re a good one. [And he leaves his hand there. It’s less meaningful and more that he forgot to take it away. He may have also had some pink cake along with that booze, so he’s a little more handsy than usual. And missing his friends. They would normally be the ones here to help him,] Who needs the rest of ‘em when I’ve got good ol’… [He searches the old memory banks for a name,] you. Glasses guy.
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You’re a good one. [And he leaves his hand there. It’s less meaningful and more that he forgot to take it away. He may have also had some pink cake along with that booze, so he’s a little more handsy than usual. And missing his friends. They would normally be the ones here to help him,] Who needs the rest of ‘em when I’ve got good ol’… [He searches the old memory banks for a name,] you. Glasses guy.