[Darryn almost didn't hear Gabe's words, sure blood was rushing to his ears, sure heat was rising in his cheeks. He needed a moment to take a slow breath, remind himself that he wasn't flirting. This wasn't a date. He wasn't attracted to this wide-built, tall, Irish man gently holding his hand.]
//Yeah... That's me all over.// [He was embarrassed at how quiet and breathless he sounded, and cleared his throat forcing a smile again. Forcing himself to pull his hand free.] //You want to find a seat and I'll get the drinks?//
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//Yeah... That's me all over.// [He was embarrassed at how quiet and breathless he sounded, and cleared his throat forcing a smile again. Forcing himself to pull his hand free.] //You want to find a seat and I'll get the drinks?//