Wufei nods seriously. "I may not be very nice, or very good at," he gestures at the rest of the bar, "socializing, but I am a very good friend to those who can put up with me."

He's not sure what has put Sephiroth in that category, but he's not going to question it. This guy seems like he needs friends. Or maybe Wufei needs them. He is, far as he knows so far, all alone here.

Hence the drinking at the bar.

"You remind me of Heero." It sure sounds like he thinks that's a nice thing to say. Especially with the way he smiles at Sephiroth as he does. "He used to be a weapon, too, but he got to stop. To decide his own future. He made the peace strong enough for that."

He's had precisely one too many of these drinks, apparently.