[ Bastien nods and thinks while he drinks. ]

I think he is not good at seeing how much is too much for someone. Where the line is. Like a fish–fuck.

[ Now he'll notice them all. But he continues, resigned: ]

—a fish thinks everyone is fine being wet. Except who fucking knows what fish think. [ Another drink. ] But maybe you could be friendly without being that sort of friend. If you wanted to be. You do not have to be friends with everyone. Even Athessa, as long as you don't hate each other.