He grinned at Patrick. "Thanks, I'll remember that."
Chris smiled when Shelly slid him his whisky, such as it was, not much more than a few sips. "Yeah it was, it seemed like everyone had a good time." He tried not to remember that he'd seen Colin's boyfriend or manfriend, that night. "I probably should have gotten you a present but I had no idea what you wanted or needed." It was still probably rude not to have, he thought.
Taking a sip, he sighed. Much better. He was starting to relax, and he figured it was more than the drink. Somehow around Patrick he was calmer, still himself but more relaxed, even his voice dropped a notch. "Understand you met my Uncle here, too." He leaned in reflexively, even though no one was listening. "I must be a rotten nephew because the first thing I thought of was how did he get in when I had to get the third degree by the bloke at the door and by Marcus? But then he told me he snuck in."