THANK YOU SO MUCHSKN GHLGN ( & i know you sent this on a day i was super bummed toolgnhlskfgh <3 <3 ) 

In his own haze of a mind, Bard was slowly coming off of the burn of the alcohol that he evidently indulged in over consumption of earlier in the night. Reality blurred with fiction, and he could no longer comprehend, whether he read the signs wrongly of the dwarf. He did not wish to make another display, or speak of something so audacious that the golden-tressed dwarflord would wish never to speak to him again. That would be a tragedy in itself, that an affiliation turned less hostile could go downhill so quickly.

His mind is dispelled of these drowning thoughts when he felt a touch too intimate for the public. It’s almost unnoticeable to anyone else seated around the table except for the person who did the deed, his eyes flickering from shock to a darkened haze within milliseconds, his heart thudding yet comforted all the same that this night had not been an illusion, made up from his own overactive imagination. Bard directed his sights to the mischievous taunter with a wary glance, eager all the same, unwillingly breaking the stare, the warmth on his thigh when he promptly excused himself, only hoping that Fili would follow shortly afterwards. Whether inconspicuous or not, he shan’t care. 

Is that healthy?