"I could athk why you're thtaring at me tho intently, but I already know I'm beautiful." 

Psii actually had pretty shitty self-esteem, but that just doubled all his bluster. He deftly ignored the fact that Roland was simply suspicious of him, if anything. Anyone with an ounce of intelligence should be.

"And, yeth, that ith all I want to do. I definitely don't want to just go to my rethpiteblock and not talk to anyone becauthe I'm too buthy thmothering mythelf in my tribbleth, not at all."

Psii's eyes suddenly blazed sharply into focus, the drunken fog momentarily gone. Psii had a bad habit of being ascerbic even towards friends who obliquely asked how he was. What was the point? Everyone must know what happened already, so of course they must know how he felt.