Wilhelm isn't sure where this is going either — he's hit that level of intoxication where he's as bubbly as the brews and his words flow from his mouth as if some tap in his head has come loose.

"Exactly," he says emphatically. This comes with another happy smack to Rhy's hand — happy for being understood in some fundamental way. Then his grin fades as his forehead creases. "It's like...back home, everyone was watching my every step. They all wanted me to be something I'm not. I'm just not. I wasn't even allowed to be a person, I had to be a pr—"

He has to cut himself off, stumbling to a different ending for that sentence.

"—a role model."