The young man got up from his seat, with his bag still on his back having never taken it off as he headed to the bartender leaving the old PDA on the table seeming not to care that he had left something important behind. When the bartender was free, he paid and got a bottle of wine and a glass and moved back to a different seat then he was at before more by the window so he could look out the window, forgetting about Roger completely having him been busy there wasn't a way he could tease him or make him suspect and panic, he moved his hands into his selves as if his hands were cold, letting his eyes closed and his breathing became rhythmic.