Wincing slightly as the older man clasped his shoulder, he succeeded in not shying away from the grasp. Managing to nod and mutter a quiet, "You too..." as he sat there partially confused at the meeting, the man's behavior, and his exit. Fiach decided that Brad was definitely a strange man, but not the mean guy he'd originally thought he was, by far.
Tilting his mug and staring into the last remaining drops, Fiach gave a soft sigh. His talk with Brad really had made him lose all interest in getting himself lost tonight. Setting the mug down, he stood up and slowly walked to the door, deciding that after sleeping off the buzz he'd managed to win himself, he would go and check up on his friend Sionce.
