[ Nod, nod, he exchanges the sparkling water on the table (woefully lukewarm at this point anyway) with a ice cold coke, two new glasses and a moment's hesitation, again, when he considers the wine. Whether to get two wine glasses. Eventually deciding against it, he smiles and closes the fridge with a shove of his shoulder, sitting down opposite the other man, watching the way his hands are fidgeting.

Not the only one, then. Claude's smile softens and he reaches over, folding his fingers over Jamie's restless ones, squeezing them once. ]

Let's not drink this time. While I don't regret what happened, I think I'd like to be able to remember whatever happens now a bit more clearly.

[ It's said with a shrug and a half-laugh that doesn't neglect their night together, but neither does it ignore that they totally did that on the wrong foundation. He'd have liked to be sober. So he'll be sober this time around. Another squeeze and he withdraws his hand, folding them on top of the table, licking his lips and taking a moment to find the right words. Where to even start. ]