[That she's calling him amazing is flattery of the highest accord. And yet, while it does make him happy, he feels that wave of self-consciousness again, that glad... embarrassment that he seems to be experiencing time and time again when he spends time with her. Strange, but not necessarily unpleasant. He can feel the blood pulsing through him, warming him. The alochol, too, probably doing its job.
But it's only been one glass. And he still has another bottle to finish. Connor raises it up.]
You're amazing, too, Ai.
[His grin this time is wide and sincere, like a young man simply enjoying himself on a night out on the town.]
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But it's only been one glass. And he still has another bottle to finish. Connor raises it up.]
You're amazing, too, Ai.
[His grin this time is wide and sincere, like a young man simply enjoying himself on a night out on the town.]
To being friends and being human.