Always get sad on my birthday

He nodded acceptance of her answer, guilty of his own bad habits that were difficult to break. Whether or not she was trying to break this one was not his business, perhaps, but it did not stop him from worrying about her. Since there was nothing else he could do in the moment he settled for leading them both out of the rain and into a bar that was, at least, dry and warm in comparison to the Deepfrost downpour outside.

Ducking his head to get inside, he straightened up within though the ceiling was only a bare few inches above the top of his scalp. He nodded to the bartender, who returned his greeting with an arched brow and then a nod of her head towards a back corner which was currently empty and as far from the other patrons as it was possible to get in the small room. "A mojito. Iced," he murmured to Maea, moving to secure the location while she procured the drinks.

When she returned he had settled onto the chair gingerly, making the small table look even smaller. He had chosen to put his back to the door, allowing Maea the seat that would give her a view of anyone entering or coming over and when she set the drinks down he inclined his head in thanks and wrapped a hand around his chilled glass but did not yet take a drink, content to wait in comfortable silence until Maea was ready to speak.