This trip wasn't, ah... it wasn't really happening quite the way it had in Bryant's head.
Not that it was bad, exactly. It certainly was not. Barbados notwithstanding, there hadn't really been many glitches. Bryant was enjoying roaming about the ship and he was being careful with the prosthetic limb he was still getting used to. It was nice to mill about like that. And he'd barely received any rude stares. He was used to a certain amount of strange looks, of course. Bryant knew he was a bit of an odd duck. But the staff and the crew all seemed pleasant enough and the few guests that he'd engaged in conversation had also seemed nice. To be fair, Bryant wasn't really trying hard to be any more social than usual. He had put in quite a bit of effort at the captain's table, wanting Marcus' friends to like him, making sure he thanked Rob for allowing him to tag along.
That was a bit of the problem, though, if Bryant was being completely honest. He felt like the tag-along he was, not getting to spend as much time with Marcus as he'd hoped. If he said something to him, though, Bryant would feel more a burden than a boyfriend. He'd hoped that they could do something together in Barbados. That wasn't to be.
This lounge, Bryant had learned in the past few days, was fairly quiet this time of the afternoon, though he wasn't really sorry when someone sat down next to him and struck up conversation. "It is a pity," Bryant agreed.
Then he absorbed the other thing the chap said. "...dark secret? What sort of drink is that?" He looked intently curious, a small smile that he hoped was of the friendly sort making its way onto his face.