“Yup, I’m definitely a regular. I’m uh… I’m pretty much always here.” He said with a chuckle, though for some it might sound kind of pathetic. “I mean, I just..” he shifted on his seat and started his second soda. “I like the place and it’s.. it’s never too quiet even when there aren’t any people. Always..” Always a background noise, he almost said, but then Wayne’s last sentence caught up.
His face was already flushed, but it extended to his neck and his ears, though he remained as quiet as possible. “I don’t see what you mean.” But he did and didn’t want to talk about Seamus that way.