So hush up about that and drink your drink. Grant watches him quietly, idly tracing patterns on the tabletop with one finger. Alex asks, rubbing a hand across his cheek. A small grin. If you do, I can't tell.
Grant chuckles lightly, but for once says nothing further.
He glances aside, contemplating the carpet. I'm a melancholy drunk. Grant glances back up at him kindly. No more than anyone else I know. Most of the world's a pain sometimes.