Patrick glances up, absolutely full of sympathy. "Really? What do you do when you need to drown yourself in something that lets you forget how awkward you are?" he wonders, and presses the beer into his palm anyway, because it doesn't matter if it won't hit him, he still deserves it.

He settles at the table after grabbing some napkins, keeping an eye on the door for David.

"I'll wait for David, but if you do want to talk about it, we can. And if not, David is an expert at talking about the subjects he's passionate about."