He hadn't expected to run into Devin at the pub - he'd just come in for a quick drink and maybe to chat with others depending on how his mood took him - but spotting Devin across the room puts much of that out of his mind.

He should apologize - or at least attempt to. His behaviour that night had really been atrocious.

He approached, calm and with purpose, his hand coming to rest on the back of the seat across from Devin.

"May I join you?" He asked, tone solemn, enough to indicate he wasn't here to start something.