Valerian's eyed Greengrass' backside as the man went off in search of a glass, something he knew he shouldn't be doing but something that was also easy to dismiss as the smile remained on his face. Even three drinks in he was aware of how careful he had to be, but it wasn't like this was the first time he'd gotten tipsy around men—it was, however, the first time he'd gotten tipsy around Greengrass, and usually the men he drank with were one he'd known for so long that even under the influence he couldn't bring himself to view them in any way other than platonically.

His gaze dropped back to the wine bottle as Greengrass turned and began his walk back towards him, and he tried to think about what he wanted to say. 'Hey, I'm getting married,' wasn't the sort of thing he could just spring on someone, especially when half of his own family was not yet aware, and talking about Tatiana was not exactly something he wanted to do with a man whose attractiveness he'd considered on more than one occasion.

"Oh, certainly the latter," he teased as Greengrass fell into the chair beside him. Valerian leaned back and folded one leg over his lap, his head craned to the side so he could see his face. He poured his glass with care, balancing his own on the spot where his folded leg met his lap, and then passed it to him. "No, I jest—but I've never enjoyed drinking while talking to someone who isn't. I'm sure you know how that is."

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