You're standing up against me pretty well right now, I'd say.

[ get it cause they're standing super close, practically on top of each other, and hardly even dancing anymore? eh? she's looking up at him even though he's not even looking down at her anymore, hands back on his shoulders. sort of rubbing, sort of just enjoying the feeling of his t-shirt against her hands. soft t-shirt. maybe that's a booze thing too, being even more feel-friendly than she normally is. ]

It's not sad, it's lovely. You're lovely. You're just so- [ siiiigh ] Why in the world would you want to say no to me, anyway?