[He doesn't look very cheered up by that, though, instead just drawing his knees up to his chest.]

I know. I'm being irrational again. I just don't know how to stop it.

[He pauses, hesitating, then takes a deep breath. In a way, the alcohol might be a good thing, as it lowers his inhibitions somewhat.]

I worry that you'll eventually get annoyed with me over something like that-- get tired of the fact that I'm not like most other people. I don't want to drag you down. You deserve much better than that.