[a wordless grumble, koby leaning back against the sink and trying to recover the shreds of his dignity, of his composure. he never walks into a situation without being in complete control. especially with a new, potentially advantageous attractive man.

but here he is, apparently looking a hot mess and burying his face in both hands with a groan.] Don’t go to the piano bar, that’s all I’m gonna say about that. [it’s not; he’s going to complain about this headache all he can and milk it for all it’s worth.

spreading his fingers apart, koby peeks through them at the stranger, thoughtfully.] Thanks. You look swell. [flatly, like an accusation, but – it is true.] Sorry to disappoint, I guess.