[There's that blank look again. Only instead of just confused, this time Crow looks downright stricken. He always knew Rean was the kind of person to see through you, and the kind to say so, if he thinks it'll help. But he still has no idea what to do with it. He doesn't know how to rely on anyone like that.

He tries to think of a response, but he just draws a blank. In lieu of wit, and knowing he's not going to convince Rean he's fine, he deals with it by... sitting down. On the floor.

He's not the crying type, but part of him wishes he were. There are just so many conflicting feelings right now, but the most important one is: he loves Rean so much it feels like dying.]

...I'm too drunk for this.