"Whatever you're having is fine. I didn't come here to be picky about the beer."
Fiddling with the edge of a menu, Faelan answered, "I don't usually. Come here, I mean. But I needed to get away. You know, from the most familiar places." And people, he thought, but now that he was here with Harry, he didn't mind. "Just have a lot to think about and it feels like I can't do that anywhere right now."
He glanced up at Harry's face and noticed that the other man looked flushed. He wondered how many beers he'd had already. Pushing hair behind his ear and leaning forward with his arms crossed on the table, he asked, "What about you?"