Faolan tries to recover himself, shaking his head slightly, unable to stop the flush of color spreading across his features. "No, it's. There's no offense taken. I just wasn't expecting. It's not like that, him and me. I." Shut up, Faolan. Shut up before you make things worse.
He raises a hand to run through his hair and over his face, taking in a deep breath and heaving out a sigh, trying to get a hold on himself. "Wine. Wine would be good, I think. He'd like that. Classy. He likes to cook. I don't know what he's planning to make or where his tastes run exactly, but. Red?" He's trying to recover himself, really he is.
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He raises a hand to run through his hair and over his face, taking in a deep breath and heaving out a sigh, trying to get a hold on himself. "Wine. Wine would be good, I think. He'd like that. Classy. He likes to cook. I don't know what he's planning to make or where his tastes run exactly, but. Red?" He's trying to recover himself, really he is.