"What the hell. Give me some"
Ben hands over the bottle and you put some on.
"Huh, it does feel weird."
"Told you."
It's a strange sort of tingle. Almost like someone is touching your hand. After one more drink Ben stands.
"Well, I'm going back to the frat house. Thanks for doing this."
"No problem man."
"No, I mean it. You're the first person I've told. You're probably going to be the only person I tell. I just want you to know this means a lot to me."
"Don't worry about it."
"Thanks. You're a good friend."
Ben pats you on the shoulder then leaves the bar.