[He lets himself be led, frowning, a contrast to the happiness that meets him in the eyes. An observance that still stays even with the cloud of alcohol he hasn't event consumed. Seeing a shift and not knowing a label to it entirely, not knowing how to be subtle about it.]

Don't really get it. Why yer so sure 'n stuff.

Feels like ya forcing yourself t' be happy sometimes. It's hard t' watch.