[He is not quite drunk enough to just say "I can't because I SUCK". Therefore, his only recourse is to just say nothing at all and make faces at his wine.]
I'm making a noble attempt to head off the latter possibility.
[SIGH. He can't hide the urge to be catty, though. Not from Venti, at least.]
I don't exactly want to trust another me. I do know myself. But because I know myself, I know that if we were to see one another as enemies, we'd only make trouble for everyone else. And I do like trouble, but... only the right kind of trouble.
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