He chuckled at the others confusion, setting the glass down and tracing the rim with one of his fingers. "Sometimes, in this booth. With Ewan," he said, distaste clear in his tone. "Was he so very stressed today?" He asked in a mock-baby tone before taking another swig of the glass.

The other looked downcast, he'd seen the look in his eyes when he had taken the drink, the way the other had even walked into the pub with Ewan. Had he really once also been so pathetic? Because of Ewan? The thought was nauseating. "You could so so much better."