Adrian nodded, agreeing with Blaise's sentiment. "That's true," he stood, "but I should still head up." His flat wasn't far from the pub, thankfully.
"Thank you, though, for meeting up. Coffee soon? It's been a while," he gave Blaise a half-smirk, his heart not in it, suddenly just feeling tired and a bit listless. He had to figure out what was going on in his own head, and soon. Adrian put down plenty of money for their drinks and the tip - Blaise shouldn't have to pay for listening to his maudlin crap, after all.
With another half nod and smirk and a clapped hand to Blaise's shoulder, he turned to leave, going home to go straight to bed and hope he didn't have to use some of his own stock of hangover potion in the morning. Bourbon could pack a kick if he let it.