Shen Yuan drinks. He has no intention of burning out the alcohol's effects, tonight, partially because he doesn't intend to drink a lot, just enough to get Sagramore a little more comfortable with feelings-talk, but also because it feels unfair. This isn't strategic, or whatever - they're bros! Drinking together! It wouldn't be comradely, especially because Sagramore doesn't really know he can do it.1
"Some of those we miss are closer than others," he says, steering them back to the topic they'd left in the gallery. He sighs, a touch theatrically. "The other bad part about it being your choice is that I don't have anyone to be mad at for making you sad," he complains. "We both have to live in the same house as this guy and I can't even, I don't know, throw rocks at him." He really wants to know who it is, but he knows Sagramore is very unlikely to tell him.
1 Given the relative tolerances involved, this does probably mean Shen Yuan will be getting drunker quite a bit quicker than Sagramore.
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"Some of those we miss are closer than others," he says, steering them back to the topic they'd left in the gallery. He sighs, a touch theatrically. "The other bad part about it being your choice is that I don't have anyone to be mad at for making you sad," he complains. "We both have to live in the same house as this guy and I can't even, I don't know, throw rocks at him." He really wants to know who it is, but he knows Sagramore is very unlikely to tell him.
1 Given the relative tolerances involved, this does probably mean Shen Yuan will be getting drunker quite a bit quicker than Sagramore.