Michael notices immediately when Lee and Sinclair come back inside. Relief spreads plainly across his face. Once Lee’s next to him again he scoots his chair closer and wraps his arm around her waist, then rests his head on her shoulder. He wants to take one of her hands, too (the one with the ring on it, he holds it all the time now), but that might be too much. She’ll know he only wants to calm down, he knows she’ll know, but he has to be fair. They’re in public, here. She’s trying to be with her friends.
Gabby, who a moment ago had looked like she was developing a serious headache, is now focused almost completely on Sinclair, who strides to his seat looking like very little has happened. He sits down, crosses his legs casually, and takes a sip of his own fresh beer. “What?” he says after a few moments, raising an eyebrow at Gabriel.
“What do you mean, what? What was that about?” she presses, palms raised up as though at a loss.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s fine. And I’ve already interrupted everything enough, so don’t even think about bringing it up again.”
Gabby’s mouth snaps shut into a pout and she crosses her arms. Michael, on the other hand, honestly doesn’t care right now. If he needs to know, Lee will tell him about it later.