As soon as he saw the other drop his head to his shoulder, his hope of convincing him to stay began to reappear and he smirked, taking all of this time to stare at his features up close. There was absolutely no way he would have done this so eagerly, so comfortably, if he were sober, and now not only was he drunk but he was also getting quite sleepy. His drooping eyes still took the details of his face in, though. His eyes, his cheeks, everything that looked so foreign yet so familiar. So humane yet otherworldly charming. He saw the gesture and nodded idly, then tilted his head to the side, laying his cheek on his arm. If only this guy were human. He would probably be a gymnastics coach, or some sort of captain, or school jock, maybe even a pilot, or.. 

In his deep thought, he didn't even realize his other free hand had softly and ever so gently placed itself on the white tuft of hair sticking against Shiro's forehead, stroking his hair admiringly. It was so soft and wet against his fingers that it felt like a human's hair. Like when his father used to let him play with his hair all he wanted, or when his mother gently caressed him to sleep, her fingers delving deep into his raven locks while he slowly fell into a state of unconsciousness. It gave him a fond feeling, memories he thought he forgot with the wind that occasionally swept his hair as he laid there. But he was still remembering, and his heart was still swelling, and he hoped Shiro wouldn't mind the sentimentality that washed over him like a violating wave. He usually hated when people were around him in this state, but with the merman... all fears washed away.

He sighed, eventually pulling his fingers away and placing them over his head. If only he could speak to Shiro telepathically, maybe he could understand more than the humans like him did. And so, he squeezed his eyes shut, focused with all the sober might left in him, willing a word--any word--through his mind and over to the merman's. But he couldn't. Nothing came across to the other, and he couldn't even manage a single thought in his head right now. It frustrated him, so much, and he let out a groan. "I wish you could understand me like I understand you," he murmured, not expecting a reply as a deep frown graced his features, his fingers still high and idle up in the air like they were since they left Shiro's hair. "But you can't." He said like he just accepted a harsh truth. 

He wanted to get up now, hide his face and hopefully go to sleep back in his shack, but he couldn't get himself to leave the dock either. Eventually though, he only slightly sat up, knelt on his legs as they slowly scraped against the wooden structure.