[ A slow nod. Blake's not sure what's making the difference, but it doesn't seem consistent, and every once in a while it almost feels like he's drunk. And not in the two-and-a-half glasses of wine kind of way, but in the high on emotion kind of way. ]

Well, details are kinda my thing.

[ He shrugs and takes another bite of his food, much lazier than before. ]

What d'you think's goin' on there? Should I be worried? I mean— [ He gestures. ] You're you. No problem acceptin' that, but...

[ Blake's always been a worrier, let's face it. ]