Eugene knew it would be hard to voice his reasoning, but he didn't expect his tongue to lose strength in the face of the question. He wanted to drink again, but he was also worried that he would get too drunk, so he just swept his tongue across his teeth in silence, trying to taste the gin.
With Eugene being silent, Sophie became increasingly worried. She stared at the filled glass in Eugene's hand, and decided to push first before the man drowned in alcohol.
"W-why, Gene?" she repeated, but softer this time, as if she was persuading a sulky child. "Is it because you think he's a jerk? But I thought you had cleared up things that put you at odds?"
Not everything--Eugene thought. In fact, they had never touched the core of their problems. The thing was...only Eugene saw it as a problem. Arthur didn't know anything, so they couldn't talk about it.
And Eugene didn't want Arthur to know anything about it.
"Gene, Arthur is not a bad person, you know."
