Re: You can't sit with us!
Oh, hello Frankie. "Yes, hi," David said, adjusting his chair to accommodate her presence at the table, so she could see both men more easily. "We," he looked to Nate conspiratorially as if they'd been discussing national security secrets, "my rather non-existent love life," he took a sip, then. "I brought Nate a gift and he suggested we have a chat, so here we are. There was a bra, it was a whole ordeal. What're you getting up to, love?"
Whether or not the addition of Frankie was okay with Nate, it was fine by David (enjoyable, even) and Auster hadn't bothered to check with the other man's expression. Not out of rudeness, mind, but simply hadn't considered it.