“Say it. What are you thinking?” I asked. He removed a hand from his pocket to ruffle his hair, filling his cheeks with air before releasing it into the quiet. Returning his hand to his pocket, he said, “I’m thinking you should talk to Daniel. I’m thinking you may not be drunk tonight, but you’re still operating from an unclear head because you’re upset with him. I think you need to be damn sure about this, because I won’t turn you down a third time.”
