The disposal of her glass helps ease his concern some, since the culprit for whatever she was talking about is gone. What exactly is going on he doesn't know, but that particular threat is removed.

'Us,' she says. It sets a small flutter in his chest he clears his throat against, because that side of things has always been complicated. Maybe things are different here, but old habits are hard to break.

"Pretty sure you've been to a party or two," he counters teasingly, nudging her lightly with a shoulder.

He never took a sip of the drink, so he doesn't catch her message, just looks around at their surroundings as well.