The loneliness got to him. Should he say it out loud? Surely Three understands... He's lonely, too, right? That's why he's here, trying to party in a way this party is meant for. Death-gripping that bottle so tight it might break (ergo Tres is more than happy to take it when it's offered). Does he drink from it? No. But he'll keep it safe from harm and maybe set it down somewhere convenient a little later.

"You feel it, too, right?" That nothingness. That they can't sense each other even standing this close. It's... beyond weird. Weird doesn't begin to describe. Unnatural.