[ Rin doesn't answer him. Not right away, anyhow, and not about the cocktail thing.
Enri gets to wondering whether he said something stupid, because it's not uncommon for people to exchange a look after he speaks, and it's definitely not uncommon to find himself meeting a language barrier when it happens. (Therein lies part of the reason he began absorbing languages so voraciously. He wanted to know what the fuck people were saying about him. His parents. His uncle. Ranch hands.) (Why didn't he learn Italian? Jesus.)
Rin probably isn't saying anything about him. Darius would object. Darius would stick up for him. (Wouldn't he?) (...Would he?) (Enri looks back over his shoulder, wondering. He's known Rin and Sen for a long time.)
Deeper than his niggling concern that he did say something stupid is the sinking feeling that he's not going to be able to salvage this. He shouldn't have said what he did earlier (but what choice did he have? They were being shitty about Darius -)
(Maybe he shouldn't have said it because Darius isn't sticking up for him?) (He's getting in his own head and he's kind of tipsy and he needs to pay attention or just...Something.)
He is deep in his own head, distracted and a little inebriated, and he misses that Rin directs a comment to him. When he tunes back in, they're talking to Sen, and Sen is looking at them with that goofy fucking smile, and that's nice. Enri can appreciate that.
Sen's easy to read, is what he is. Rin...not so much. Except when they look at Sen. Then they're easy to read. Whatever vibe they exist with, Sen's on it. (Sen's answering something about Jaeger, and Enri begins to wonder if he actually spoke at all. He does that sometimes. He thinks he said something and then doesn't actually say anything. It's worse when he's drunk.)
At least Darius is petting him. (Darius said he's proud. He said 'thank you' and 'you love me so well' and he's been giving Enri affection in front of his friends in a way he never did in the Bahamas. It's like they're at home.) (Maybe Rin wasn't talking shit about him, after all. Maybe he just...forgot to make the words come out of his mouth, or they were too dumb to be worth comment.)
Rin's looking at him. He tenses, worrying he missed something, worrying they're pissed. But then they start talking about food like maybe he should have known they had food, like maybe he was stupid for not knowing they had food, and he thinks - What?
And thinks, Oh.
They're offering. (They know he's a little drunk.) (He must be less sober than he thought.) (But they don't want to seem like they're offering?) (Because they don't want him to think he's welcome.) (He's not welcome.)
He's hungry, though.
And he thinks, I could eat.
And then remembers he has to actually say the words. He relaxes a little, swallows, makes a noise like an 'um' without opening his mouth. ]
I guess. Anything not chips or raspberries is good.
[ They make it sound like the chips or raspberries are decorative. That's weird.
Almost immediately, Sen pipes in - ]
I'll come along.
[ And the man begins to unfold himself, pausing after Rin stands, his hand at his eyes and rubbing, scrubbing his face. Hands falling to his knees to help leverage him to his feet, but he pauses before the act of rising when he sees Enri staring.
(He's tired, Enri thinks.) (He knows this is tense, even if he's pretending it's not.) (He's worried about Rin. And for Rin.)
(He's worried. Period.)
(This isn't abnormal, Enri realizes. The way Rin's acting.)
(Or maybe it is. Or maybe it's known, and not common?) (Sen understands something he doesn't.)
Sen's smile cast his way isn't unkind, but it's like a gently closing door. (Enri knows those smiles. And gently closed doors) Like maybe that wasn't something he wanted Enri seeing. For once, Enri thinks it's better if he pretends not to see it. The other man is up and vanished with Rin into another room, leaving Enri feeling like the room just got a little less full of pitfalls.
He looks back at Darius again, his smile gone, his eyes reflecting his own precarious thoughts. And smoothly, he turns and shifts to his knees, arms wound around Daddy's waist, face buried against his shirt. ]
Sorry.
[ And, thinking he'd better actually say more words than 'sorry', he adds just as quietly - ]
Fucked it up. Sorry, Daddy.
[ He's not allowed to say he's not smart, that he says the dumbest shit sometimes - Darius hates when he says that about himself. So he doesn't say it here, now.
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Enri gets to wondering whether he said something stupid, because it's not uncommon for people to exchange a look after he speaks, and it's definitely not uncommon to find himself meeting a language barrier when it happens. (Therein lies part of the reason he began absorbing languages so voraciously. He wanted to know what the fuck people were saying about him. His parents. His uncle. Ranch hands.) (Why didn't he learn Italian? Jesus.)
Rin probably isn't saying anything about him. Darius would object. Darius would stick up for him. (Wouldn't he?) (...Would he?) (Enri looks back over his shoulder, wondering. He's known Rin and Sen for a long time.)
Deeper than his niggling concern that he did say something stupid is the sinking feeling that he's not going to be able to salvage this. He shouldn't have said what he did earlier (but what choice did he have? They were being shitty about Darius -)
(Maybe he shouldn't have said it because Darius isn't sticking up for him?) (He's getting in his own head and he's kind of tipsy and he needs to pay attention or just...Something.)
He is deep in his own head, distracted and a little inebriated, and he misses that Rin directs a comment to him. When he tunes back in, they're talking to Sen, and Sen is looking at them with that goofy fucking smile, and that's nice. Enri can appreciate that.
Sen's easy to read, is what he is. Rin...not so much. Except when they look at Sen. Then they're easy to read. Whatever vibe they exist with, Sen's on it. (Sen's answering something about Jaeger, and Enri begins to wonder if he actually spoke at all. He does that sometimes. He thinks he said something and then doesn't actually say anything. It's worse when he's drunk.)
At least Darius is petting him. (Darius said he's proud. He said 'thank you' and 'you love me so well' and he's been giving Enri affection in front of his friends in a way he never did in the Bahamas. It's like they're at home.) (Maybe Rin wasn't talking shit about him, after all. Maybe he just...forgot to make the words come out of his mouth, or they were too dumb to be worth comment.)
Rin's looking at him. He tenses, worrying he missed something, worrying they're pissed. But then they start talking about food like maybe he should have known they had food, like maybe he was stupid for not knowing they had food, and he thinks - What?
And thinks, Oh.
They're offering. (They know he's a little drunk.) (He must be less sober than he thought.) (But they don't want to seem like they're offering?) (Because they don't want him to think he's welcome.) (He's not welcome.)
He's hungry, though.
And he thinks, I could eat.
And then remembers he has to actually say the words. He relaxes a little, swallows, makes a noise like an 'um' without opening his mouth. ]
I guess. Anything not chips or raspberries is good.
[ They make it sound like the chips or raspberries are decorative. That's weird.
Almost immediately, Sen pipes in - ]
I'll come along.
[ And the man begins to unfold himself, pausing after Rin stands, his hand at his eyes and rubbing, scrubbing his face. Hands falling to his knees to help leverage him to his feet, but he pauses before the act of rising when he sees Enri staring.
(He's tired, Enri thinks.) (He knows this is tense, even if he's pretending it's not.) (He's worried about Rin. And for Rin.)
(He's worried. Period.)
(This isn't abnormal, Enri realizes. The way Rin's acting.)
(Or maybe it is. Or maybe it's known, and not common?) (Sen understands something he doesn't.)
Sen's smile cast his way isn't unkind, but it's like a gently closing door. (Enri knows those smiles. And gently closed doors) Like maybe that wasn't something he wanted Enri seeing. For once, Enri thinks it's better if he pretends not to see it. The other man is up and vanished with Rin into another room, leaving Enri feeling like the room just got a little less full of pitfalls.
He looks back at Darius again, his smile gone, his eyes reflecting his own precarious thoughts. And smoothly, he turns and shifts to his knees, arms wound around Daddy's waist, face buried against his shirt. ]
Sorry.
[ And, thinking he'd better actually say more words than 'sorry', he adds just as quietly - ]
Fucked it up. Sorry, Daddy.
[ He's not allowed to say he's not smart, that he says the dumbest shit sometimes - Darius hates when he says that about himself. So he doesn't say it here, now.
But he thinks it very loudly. ]