My turn for apologies, RL exploded.
"Sorry," Marcus answered, smirking very slightly and not sounding at all apologetic. He didn't think the other man was actually insulted in any way.
The Firewhiskey in Blaise's hand was tempting, after the strain of the week, and Marcus sipped at his beer again to try to offset the feeling. While it had been a staple for him during the war, Marcus hadn't touched anything more potent than beer since his release, and he wasn't going to start tonight. "How're you?" he asked as Blaise sat.