To his left radiates a gray...nothing. Caleb doesn't feel anything at all, it just seems light gray and he can feel a little bit of amusement starting to bubble toward the surface — that's his own feeling. The pale orange yuck starts to drain away slowly and the gray dims it into something almost pale pink and calm. ...it's kind of nice, actually. It surprises him, though, so Caleb looks over at the man.

"What?"

Bunnies, he said. "Oh, uh...does it?" He notices the beer and lifts an eyebrow, feeling the warm yellowish tickle of a gentle buzz settling in his blood. Caleb gives a lopsided smile. It feels better when it's just one person having a little drink than when he goes to a party and several people are drinking. Sam's birthday party had been rough. Thankfully, he doesn't get a hangover from someone else's drinking, so that's nice. If he weren't a lightweight, he might not even feel that at all. The other man might not notice it anymore, but it's there all the same. Good thing it's just a beer.