[Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Or whatever way Alois wants to blaspheme. It doesn't matter: what matters is that Joker is here, with his language which feels weirdly like home, and his kindness which makes Alois want to crawl into a different skin. Most of the time Alois can tolerate these things because he's accustomed to a particular amount of emotional torment, but right now it's almost unbearable. Seriously, Alois almost can't handle it, because he's wearing the scarf, and the scarf is obviously from Joker, and Joker can see him wearing the scarf, and... it's really... embarrassing. Why is it embarrassing? Because Alois is being provided for like a kid? Well, he always talks about how he misses being spoiled, right? And isn't it true he can't do anything by himself? These thoughts are roiling around in his head, and he stares at the glass in Joker's hand, lips pursing into a tighter line.
He tries to tell himself that maybe it's okay. If Joker can see him wearing it, he'll know Alois likes it. Like that, Alois doesn't have to say thank you, right? ...
Alois snatches the glass out of Joker's hand and takes several moments to drain the entire thing in one go. He gasps a bit when he finally pulls away from the glass, trying not to hiccup, either tearfully or just from the exhaustion of taking such a long drink.
... ... And now he looks petulant, because that's what he does best.] I was expecting... cognac! [he lies, pretending to be haughty.]
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He tries to tell himself that maybe it's okay. If Joker can see him wearing it, he'll know Alois likes it. Like that, Alois doesn't have to say thank you, right? ...
Alois snatches the glass out of Joker's hand and takes several moments to drain the entire thing in one go. He gasps a bit when he finally pulls away from the glass, trying not to hiccup, either tearfully or just from the exhaustion of taking such a long drink.
... ... And now he looks petulant, because that's what he does best.] I was expecting... cognac! [he lies, pretending to be haughty.]