"I know you didn't," Seamus assured him. None of his friends had, even though more than one of them had deserved it. Seamus had tried to give Dennis a refund on his dodgy salad but had had to settle for getting him a replacement (and some free garlic bread).
Seamus kept his hand over Justin's as his friend fidgeted, looking strangely uncomfortable. Slowly, it dawned on Seamus that they were thinking of the same thing. Justin had been upset by his reaction? "I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I just-" It was hard to explain what he'd done. Justin bringing up something he'd said without much thought and seeming to attach significance to it had unnerved him and he'd done what he so often did - tried to pretend the problem wasn't there. "I meant what I said, about wanting to do this -" he gestured between their bodies to demonstrate "- more often." He gave what he hoped was a charming smile. Could they be good again now? "You don't have to feel like an arse. I guess I was just surprised you brought it up. I kind of assumed you wanted that too."