#andythane02

The Watering Hole is a quaint space, much like it’s name. It’s not exactly a dingy hole (Harper says if he wants to see dingy, he should come to Portland instead), but it’s the kind of place where you can grab a drink with your buddy and talk about shit you wouldn’t want other people listening in on. That’s exactly the kind of place Chris needed right now, and as he sat in the leather seat of this booth, picking at the label of the beer bottle in his hand and thinking of how exactly he was going to say what he wanted to say. While meeting with Andrew for a beer wasn’t weird, Chris couldn’t really look his friend in the eye without feeling the guilt rise in him, (strangely, this guilt only arose when Reina would leave his company). 

“So...how’s things at home, buddy?” That was a casual conversation starter right? The older man wasn’t sure if he was just overthinking things right then, but he has shuffled in his seat at least five times for the last hour they’ve been here. He feels like he’s asked Andy that question before, though. “I’ve...uhhh...I’ve been seein’ someone. Kinda serious, actually...”