For the first time since he walked in here Quentin can sort of smell the alcohol.

"Yes!" He says, "exactly." He should probably leave it at that. He knows he should feel more like he's getting away with something here. But instead this feels a lot more like some kind of confessional. "I mean I'm not trying to argue with you or anything but it's not a wholly selfless act. I like him OK? I like when he's around more than when he's not around. I don't wanna lose him and no small part of that comes from the fact that he makes me personally feel pretty fucking good. This is my problem with moral absolutism. I really don't see the line between selfishness and selflessness. As soon as you put your personal happiness into another person it's complete grey area. But uhm, yes the thing you said too.

Hey, are you drunk?"