"Hey, bastard, I can stand up just...just fine." He stood, swaying a little, and draped himself over Ace's back, wrapping his arms around him and resting his chin on that head of his until the room stopped spinning.

"'S good to hear you laugh, ma patite chandelier. You should do it more often." Even if he had to get...mildly tipsy every night, he'd do it if that would help.