This draws a laugh out of Ira, which is probably mostly because he's drunk too. He can't be bothered to feel embarrassed about the several days spent in the library because of one little kiss. Tonight, it doesn't feel like a big deal at all, for better or worse.

"Hand to god." He demonstrates it, then leans forward and kisses his roommate. If he was thinking, Ira would've kept it more peck-on-the-lips friendly than he does. This isn't a night for thinking.