[Asch doesn't want to take it from him. The thought of trying to serve alcohol he knows nothing about while casually talking to strangers is nothing short of terrifying.]

I thought it might be a little like meeting at the inn. [Which he's done a thousand times. Somehow, this sort of simplistic thinking isn't too strange for the replica.

His eyes shift to the row of glasses. Right. He wanted to meet Asch up to make sure he was okay, and really, he looks better than Luke feels. That's a relief. It's so much different, enough to be kind of scary, but it's scary in a good way. Asch seems... content, somehow, or at least Luke thinks he does. If he isn't, he's good at pretending.

No, he's definitely got some kind of pride there. Luke's never seen Asch so... happy? Is that even the right word for it? Yet here he is, and he's found a place for himself. Luke has already decided he wants to be a part of it-- even if it means backing off once in a while.

But for now... for now, he's feeling everything rise up again. Asch is alive. Asch is happy.]

A-- anyway, there was something I needed to tell you in person.