"Kinda hard to find a place to not regret it when I have to still go home afterwards," Wheaty said, casting another nervous glance at his dad. "You even know why I did it in the first place? Because I felt guilty for what I did to Chocolate. And you know what?" he said, his voice raising a bit. "You know how it felt to be as nice as you possibly could and still have it thrown back in your face while you watch the pony you were talking to run off crying? For all I know, Sundae didn't want to be friends with me any more at that point, after I so badly wanted to! That feeling stunk! Sure I may not like him like that, but I still like him, but when he left, I wasn't sure if he liked me at all, still! That's why I went and got drunk! Why would I do it again? It got me in enough trouble as-"
Wheaty caught his dad giving him a sidelong glance, and he settled down and took on a normal tone and volume again, his expression also softening. "I got in enough trouble for just that, as it is. I'm not gonna do it again."