Jamie's expression changes slowly as Sora's words sink into the liquor-saturated morass that is his brain. He looks puzzled at first, then faintly alarmed, then uncertain, and then...well, sort of touched. For always. Wow. His look softens and his hand stills in Sora's hair, trailing down to his jaw, stroking it almost tenderly.

"Dude," he says softly. His mouth works as he tries to come up with something more profound, but he just manages another "Dude" as his thumb trails over Sora's lips. Finally he bobs his head in acquiescence.

"Yeah...yeah. You're - you're probably right. There's, like - we can talk about it later, right? When we're not both shitfaced. Do - do you wanna talk about it? T'morrow or something?" He looks at Sora tentatively.