"Well, you do like a good scrap, but pretty sure you wouldn't have thrown down quite so amazingly without some investment in the subject matter." Him, he means. Him and his gorgeous hair.

"And that's - I'm - I mean yeah, though I was going to say something more along the lines of 'epic fingering', but." There's a weird note to his voice, like he's trying to make it a joke and not quite landing it.

He shifts a little, and wets his lips.

"Look, I.. I mean it, Andy. Thanks. You - you're my best friend." He swallowed. "No, more than that. You're more than that."