[The place is too fancy for him. Before he can begin to wonder why it's so empty, he sees Kristopher and Olivia sitting in the table at the corner, and suddenly he feels even less welcome. Has she booked the whole damn restaurant? Just to torture him?
Well, there isn't time to think about it. His phone buzzes in his pocket and he ignores it, striding across the room to take his seat next to Kris. He nods to them both, his voice gruff.] Hi.
[With one last quick glance around Kris reaches over and takes hold of Drael's hand. The restaurant is quiet, and this corner is particularly secluded, and the look on Drael's face suggested that doing anything less than physically grabbing the man would result in him bolting for freedom.
Kristopher smiles brightly, though, a welcome that hopefully hides the second meaning behind his taking Drael's hand beneath his own.]
I'm sorry, Drael, I think I forgot to mention. Olivia's the one who got us this reservation. Wasn't that kind of her!
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Well, there isn't time to think about it. His phone buzzes in his pocket and he ignores it, striding across the room to take his seat next to Kris. He nods to them both, his voice gruff.] Hi.
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Kristopher smiles brightly, though, a welcome that hopefully hides the second meaning behind his taking Drael's hand beneath his own.]
I'm sorry, Drael, I think I forgot to mention. Olivia's the one who got us this reservation. Wasn't that kind of her!