"No, nothing like that. It was..."

Off beyond his peripheral vision, unseen in the place he is carefully not looking, he's been spotted, and Vincent's decent but not special face becomes a little more special for its smile. He already has a drink in his hand, but he grabs the barkeep's attention again and gestures for two more.

Back at the table, Bastien settles on an explanation: "There was nothing to break, and he tried so hard to be kind to me about it that it could have made me sick. Have you ever felt that?"