The whole attitude of everything seems to have shifted. It's suddenly intimate in a way he hates, especially exposed out here by the cocktail shrimp and fruit platter. There's no way everyone has missed them having a weird little tiff, probably all staring at them now that they're hissing things under their breath. But all of his attention is on Len, doesn't even flick his eyes to the side to see if anyone is watching them.

"I didn't ditch you I.."

Ditched him.

Because he hadn't realized that they were coming together. Like together together. And now it's pretty clear he probably should have considering Len had called him specifically to ask if he was going and then insisted on leaving at the same time. His eyes go wide as the knowledge hits him of exactly what this is about, and that he's a fucking idiot for not having seen it earlier.

He's going to blame the whiskey even though it's entirely his fault.

"And we were gonna leave together too. Kinda figured you didn't want me following you around while you cased the joint." The words muttered lowly and not only because breathing sucks right now. "You really think I want any of them when I've got you?"

How stupid does Len think he is?