[At first, he's not sure if Takasugi's object to the whole thing. If so, he's not gonna force it. Nevermind that they're in public, at a bar, and many factors play into countering any sort of controversial touch.
He'll go to take his drink in the second it takes for Takasugi to draw himself close. It isn't consumed; he's readily distracted by that closeness. The once-intrusive hand winds its way around his companion's middle, brows tense with ambivalence.]
Ah.
[For a moment, he thought to offer the drink to Takasugi, but he appears to be all set. It finds a place at that bar once more, and his newly freed hand sinks into the back of his nasty, greasy hair.]
no subject
He'll go to take his drink in the second it takes for Takasugi to draw himself close. It isn't consumed; he's readily distracted by that closeness. The once-intrusive hand winds its way around his companion's middle, brows tense with ambivalence.]
Ah.
[For a moment, he thought to offer the drink to Takasugi, but he appears to be all set. It finds a place at that bar once more, and his newly freed hand sinks into the back of his nasty, greasy hair.]
Shall I bring you home?