[Ah, screw it. He leans over the bar to grab another bottle. For the most part, this shit isn't doing that much. Or so he thinks. Placing it down between his legs, he tries to give it a twist, and then relents for a moment, holding it out to Hajime instead.]

Can I borrow your super manly strength for a sec?

[Pleads with his eyes- always puppy like when he's asking for a favor in that way that is downright not-cool.]

Man, if I learned anything about you, it's that you're weird as hell. [But it's said casually and calmly that there's almost a sense of friendly teasing that comes along with it. You know Ryuji likes you when he ribs with you.]

But nah. I don't think it's that crazy. Maybe you're just one o'those people that are happy as long as the people around 'em are happy.