"You can't keep it up forever, man. And if you can? That's pretty fucking concerning." It's said without judgement, merely concern. And a return of the hand resting on his shoulder as he leans to rest an elbow on the bar. "Either way- you need somewhere to chill and feel things without worrying about it showing to someone that'll spill the beans? You can come here."
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"He's not going to notice anything," he says with all the confidence of a seasoned liar. As far as he's concerned, there won't be anything to notice.
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Still, he appreciates the offer - it's good to know he has someplace he can go if everything goes completely pear-shaped. "Thanks."