*nods, the movement almost too small to be seen* Nor I. But "small-town boys". That's a good way of putting it. Time was all I needed was my flute, my sloop, and a cup of tea and a chat with my parents after dinner.
I don't anticipate it happening again.
*with a faint, rather sad smile (the embarrassment he understands, too)* Ah, but Erestor, if we could anticipate these things, you wouldn't be covering for me at the staff barbecue and you and I wouldn't be sitting here in the dark. It's all right. Really. We all have our demons.