Fergus looked at the empty cup, then looked at Rhydian in a way that said very clearly that he thought his best mate had lost his mind. Feeling sorry was one thing, giving up his seat to get someone else a beer was another.
Except in his disbelief, he drained the last of his cup, too, and then grudgingly stood up, because he'd have to go and get his own anyway. "Tell me if your boyfriend stops being scared of the bludgers long enough to see the snitch, yeah?"