*purses his lips briefly (gotcha) and is grateful, at least, that he won't have to reiterate the whole thing* *also, hadn't quite decided whether he was going to tell you it was Lucas, so there's that solved?*
*after a moment, offers quietly:* None of it seemed to be your idea, if that helps. And you did push him away. *with just a hint of coolness* Twice. Admirable, considering you weren't seeing straight.
*tips his head in a shoulderless shrug, as though dismissing the whole thing from consideration* How you want to handle Yates is up to you, but I wouldn't worry about what anyone else might think. You were obviously obliterated drunk, and you didn't return the... attention.