Most of the stories Wilhelm shares revolve around someone else. What happened at a party once, or something funny a friend did. His own brother stars frequently, though always as the hero, never the punchline. The gossip is lopsided, with Wilhelm tepidly accepting Rhy's theories — a lot of maybes and I don't knows. Having been the subject of too much scrutiny and speculation, he's reluctant to turn it against others.

When Rhy leans in like that, he feels like he's going to be swallowed up by those eyes. Booze might not be all that's to blame for his dazed, dreamy look. Speaking of which, the only proper response to knocking mugs is to take another swig.

"I am, I am!" Laughing, he reaches over to pat the back of Rhy's hand, as if to reassure him of...something. Well, it's more like a smack. "But that doesn't mean anything here. I could be anybody, anything. You know what I mean?"