That made him feel weird. And confused. "Aye... no... aye."

It had been so long since anyone had touched him tenderly. Tobias took a large sip of his drink.

"Alright." Anthony was a little confused, but he figured that the final answer was not 'no', and so he just kept his hand on the back of his neck, idly moving it up and down slightly, blissfully unaware of what he was causing. With his free hand, he took his glass and drank a bit as well.

Wait. What? He should move away. Yeah. It took a few seconds. But he shifted away. "That's trouble." he said, glancing around to see if anyone had seen them.

Anthony pulled his hand away, a bit offended by the reaction, but it faded quickly. He was confused. Didn't he just say that it was fine? Nevermind. "Huh? What? What's trouble?"

Tobias shook his head and looked at his drink. How had he ended up in this situation?

Anthony furrowed his brow. He was incredibly confused. "Thanks for elaborating." He took his glass again, and took a small sip, already beginning to feel a bit sick because of all the alcohol.

"People will see...." he said. And it was more than he wanted to say. He could still feel the touch in his neck, even though the man had already withdrawn his hand.

"Ohhh," Anthony nodded. "yeah, I get it now. Why didn't you say so in the first place?" It wasn't really a question that he expected an answer to. He took another tiny sip from his glass, and brushed a few hairs out of his face.

Tobias looked at his glass, and then quickly downed the rest of his drink.

Back to silence, then. Alright. Anthony looked at Tobias for a bit from the corner of his eye, and then looked away and focused on finishing his drink. He felt wonderful. "I feel great," he commented, completely unprovoked. He leaned back in his chair and stretched.