Even though Robin isn't here, Irahl still somehow fears that the guy will wiggle out of the woodwork to hound him at the mere utterance of Vincent's joke. A shiver runs through him.
It's this nameless little pang--plus noticing Vincent's disappointment--that prompts him into the very uncharacteristic thing he says next.
"Want another?"
Irahl never offers to get drinks for other people. He doesn't even get drinks for himself.
However, he likes Vincent, and scooting out of the booth and away from the tail end of the conversation seems appealing right now. It maybe won't seem all that strange to Vincent, with how communal and casually-helpful they'd been living up on the Eclipse, but it might have permanently killed Robin from shock had he witnessed it.
Irahl maybe would have just stood up to go get another round without saying anything, which is more his style, but he does actually need the thing with which to pay for drinks in order to do so.
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It's this nameless little pang--plus noticing Vincent's disappointment--that prompts him into the very uncharacteristic thing he says next.
"Want another?"
Irahl never offers to get drinks for other people. He doesn't even get drinks for himself.
However, he likes Vincent, and scooting out of the booth and away from the tail end of the conversation seems appealing right now. It maybe won't seem all that strange to Vincent, with how communal and casually-helpful they'd been living up on the Eclipse, but it might have permanently killed Robin from shock had he witnessed it.
Irahl maybe would have just stood up to go get another round without saying anything, which is more his style, but he does actually need the thing with which to pay for drinks in order to do so.