I... had my reasons. [His expression softened. Lockon was recalling how he acted the other morning, with that stuff in the air. He didn't want to be seen like that.
He looked down, taking a long draw from his drink, more so he could have a second to think.] I've been working on that. [Lockon swirled the glass around, so the lat little bit could catch what little foam lined the walls of the glass.]