*very quietly orders his entrée (lamb), mostly to let the poor waiter off the hook of this conversation*
*wracks his brain as he tries to figure out why in the world he thought Glorfindel had already discussed this subject with you (but obviously he hasn't)*
*doesn't quite meet anyone's eyes, now that he more or less feels like an insensitive prick for ordering the wine in the first place* *murmurs* It's all in the past.
*does lift his gaze as he thinks about what else you've said (you and he always were so alike)* He must have been a great man, then. Glorfindel's father, I mean. *offers Glorfindel a tentative smile that is equal parts apology and the purest love*