He feels a strange pressure building up in his body and realizes that this is probably the longest conversation he's ever had about ~Feelings~ in his life.

...And it's only been like, two sentences.

"So... you're saying I should get drunk the next time I need to make someone feel better?"

There, tension dissolved. Bad humor comes to the rescue, as usual.

"...I kinda know where he was coming from. I mean... he was still me, ya know? So, like... I should probably... work on it."