Neville looked up and gave a small smile, like he didn't mind any of this.
But god knew just how much he wanted to trash every single one of the bottles in this bar into Grayson's head.
But still, he tried to rationalize it in his head.
"I don't mind," he said out loud as light-heartedly as possible. "I just wanted something to drink. I'm thirsty."
Why would I mind? Neville thought, not realizing the sour thoughts he had that didn't match the gentle curve of his lips. Only girls cry over things like this.
The dismissiveness was his defense mechanism. He told himself that he was being unreasonable and therefore ignored it altogether.
However, it didn't work.
Pete looked at him for a moment. Having a secret relationship with Chronos for a long time made him develop a keen sense for the gap between what a person said and what a person meant.
The gap, in this case, was wide enough to fly a starship through.
