If he were sober, he'd probably find a way to avoid answering that question-- or at least try to. Deflect, change the subject, lie...

But the liquor's got him loose, and it's freeing, really, now that they've started having a talk like this. Looking into those warm, dark eyes, he... doesn't want to lie about how he's feeling. For once.

"Sometimes... Yeah," he says softly. "I do." He traces his fingers along the curve of the other man's jawline, just below the ear. "Like... it'd be easier if... there wasn't anything left to hurt. You know?" That being said: "I don't feel that way all the time. Just sometimes."