Mm. ( A low thrum, possible agreement. ) You're drunk.

( Unlike any other time, Yohan doesn't seem put off by the fact. There's an ever so slight curl to his mouth, faint amusement lurking at the corners. He watches Gaon with dark eyes holding barely in check fondness, tapping the edge of his phone against his folded knee. )

Elijah says she wants us to bring burgers back when we're done. And that I'm to drive with the passenger window down, because she needs you alert enough to watch a video with her later. I don't know which. You can ignore her, but on your own head be it.

( He doesn't want his toes run over. Again. )