Always happy to help. Sure. Sure. Of course he is. Paul raises his glass for a sip, still weighing words to himself. Don't fuck this up.
"Okay. So." ...another vodka sip. "Right-- so-- context here-- in my world, well, no, my country in my world--" (even when he's not entirely at his most eloquent, Paul feels the need to be scrupulously honest about the cultural quirks he's relating, and hey, America isn't all of Earth)
"--in my home, if two men are going to do a lot of physical contact-- embracing, kissing, that sort of.... intimacy.... it's like a ninety-nine-point-nine percent chance that this indicates sexual interest."
Paul says this all a little fast, eyes fixated on the bar wall and the bottles and not looking at Glitch.
"I'm pretty sure it's different in the Zone. Pretty sure. Can you-- confirm that for me? Just, uh. Indulge some fucking neuroses here on my part?"
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"Okay. So." ...another vodka sip. "Right-- so-- context here-- in my world, well, no, my country in my world--" (even when he's not entirely at his most eloquent, Paul feels the need to be scrupulously honest about the cultural quirks he's relating, and hey, America isn't all of Earth)
"--in my home, if two men are going to do a lot of physical contact-- embracing, kissing, that sort of.... intimacy.... it's like a ninety-nine-point-nine percent chance that this indicates sexual interest."
Paul says this all a little fast, eyes fixated on the bar wall and the bottles and not looking at Glitch.
"I'm pretty sure it's different in the Zone. Pretty sure. Can you-- confirm that for me? Just, uh. Indulge some fucking neuroses here on my part?"