"Since you've been around, I smile a lot more than I used to." He said as I picked him up from the floor. "You're drunk, Paolo. Help yourself up. You spilled your drink and you slipped?" I laughed. I completely did not hear what he said just as I helped him. He patted himself and looked deeply in my eye. That was the third time he did, and whenever he does, he's about to do something unpredictable. "You know I love you, right?"