Walker knew Joel and Theresa had been dating for a while, but seeing as Joel was just a kid, he also knew he'd get over it soon enough. He shouldn't care either way, but he never really thought of Theresa as being a good match for Joel anyway. She was just too 'clingy'.
As Joel talked a bit more and Walked listened a little less, the content of the bottle of Scotch just seemed to evaporate. Walker was someone who could definitely handle a stiff drink – hell, he could handle a 'stiff' anything – but a half a bottle of whisky combined with his current sleep-deprivation was starting to feel as maybe a little bit too much. It's not that he was hammered or anything, but he definitely felt the alcohol clouding up his brain, and thus clouding up his clear thinking. Walker watched Joel. He watched Joel drink, spilling a bit of the liquor, making a few drops run down his chin which he wiped away with the back of his hand. He watched how Joel looked at the drops on his hand before licking them off with one stroke of his tongue. Walker felt a sudden flush of warmth in his lower stomach and he knew damn well what that feeling meant. There would be just one solution to this current problem: he would have to resort to actually having a nauseating cozy social talk. Thát would definitely stop him from getting aroused by that kid.
"Terrible, just terrible" Walker suddenly replied to Joel. Joel, who hadn't been counting on any support and/or response from the other man, stopped talking and questionably looked at Walker. Walker saw the frown on the kid's face and he knew he had to say something. As he repositioned himself, facing Joel while leaning forward with his arms slouching on his legs. "Look kid. I'd be lying if I said I really cared. But that girl is just not worth this kind of mess." Walker grabbed his glass, as if a natural reflex, and repositioned himself down in the exact same position again, hands and wrists hanging loosely over his knees. The only difference Joel could notice was the presence of the glass hanging casually beneath the man's right hand. Somehow Joel's eyes and thoughts kept lingering on Walker's hands and wrists. That man has got some beautiful wrists. They made Joel think about wanting to touch them, just for a bit. Following the hand that hold the glass as it moved upward, Joel's eyes met with Walker's who was intensely looking up, looking straight at Joel. This made Joel jump back a bit. Joel felt drunk. Hell, he knew he was drunk. He felt himself sliding down on the couch now and again, and he also felt that the last few tries to reposition himself in an upright position again hadn't really been effective anymore. If he'd slouch a little more, he knew he would fall to his side, falling right behind Walkers side and back. He knew, but he was too damn drunk to stop this oncoming process.