"Beer, wait! Wait!"

  "No, Trowel I...I think I need some space. I still need to think about it."

  Trowel crossed his arms. "That's what you've been saying for the past week! I need you to answer me right now!"

  Beer shrunk back. He didn't want to look scared, but Trowel was scary whenever he got mad. And Beer was so fragile. It was a method of defense.

  "I really don't have an answer yet. Be patient with me!"

  "But you know I hate waiting. We kissed. You agreed to it. So why is it so hard?"

  "I wasn't thinking straight! Can't we just forget it happened?"

  This only made Trowel angrier. "I know you were feeling the same thing I was feeling! You didn't push me away or anything- and you were the one who put your tongue in my mouth!" Beer flinched. "So no! I certainly won't forget it! But if you're so insistent to run away-"

  "Trowel, stop!"

  Beer's voice had changed. His cry was nothing like the Beer who always sounded drunk. It was raw, clear, and full of pain. It left Trowel speechless. What was he doing? Beer was his best friend. His newfound love, even. Why would he yell at him?

  "I'm sorry, but I still have to think about it. I really need to think about this one. It's not something I want to rush into, you know?"

  Of course. And it didn't change how Trowel felt; he still wanted to be with Beer. To kiss him again and let their hands roam over each other...to have their lips, tongues, and every part of them connect, sloppy but heated with passion. But he had to consider Beer's feelings. Trowel was a friend, first.

  "Okay. I understand. But I want you to know," Trowel stepped closer, and kissed Beer's forehead. The coolness of the glass chilled his lips, followed by the slight buzz of alcohol. His heart quickened at the sensation, but he forced down the urge to do more. "I love you, okay? What happened between us was not a mistake."

  Beer nodded. "...okay."