My bad. I'll make a list of better date topics next time.

[He won't, but he supposed that's the closest to an apology he can muster up right now. He reaches out to slide his hand up his arms, down them again before he plucks some of those parts from his hold. None of them was falling down, but it gave him an excuse to stick around before Wriothesley really does try to shut a door in his face.

Not that it would stop Rinne, not when he's pissed off his friends more often than not even back home.]

Coz I'm thinkin' I'd stay, if I only got one wish to spare. Even if this place blows up, I'll just have to stick around too.