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Tristan T. Travers (alliterative) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Tristan smiled as Adrian answered the door, then followed inside. As he followed Adrian up the stairs, he was happy to listen to him for a moment while taking in little bits and pieces of the building, then the inside of his friend's flat. "That sounds fine," he said, stepping aside so he didn't block the entrance. "The fish and chips and salad, as well as the sign." He grinned. His stomach gave a squeeze at the thought of the greasy fish and chips, but he'd already decided to make the effort to eat something so he decided both he and it would have to deal. Adrian didn't have to get food, after all. Adrian didn't even have to invite him over.

"Thanks for inviting me," he said, deciding to get that out of the way, though he was sincere in his thanks. He didn't even have to acknowledge Tristan, and he was thankful for that, even if that nervous feeling was creeping back into the pit of his belly. Instead of letting it fester, he added, "I'm sorry if I'm nervous or... or strange. It's been a long time, and, well, you're just so pretty." He grinned, easing his own internal tensions with the joke. Sure, Adrian wasn't a completely unattractive man, but Tristan hadn't had such thoughts about his friend.