[Sulu mulled that over in his alcohol-saturated brain for a bit, making a thoughtful noise before sitting up to get a good look at McCoy. Squinting a bit blearily, he leaned over slightly and gave him the best reassuring look he could muster.] He just really... needs to relax. I barely even know you and I can tell that you're not... going to... [He chewed his lip, mumbling something in Japanese before deciding on,] walk out on him. You're his friend, and he needs to stop having trust issues about it because it's... stupid. [He nodded; that sounded good enough.] Not that I'm going to tell him that.