He was already drinking, and at the question, the water caught in surprise in the back of his throat. Coughing slightly, he lowered the cup, touching his mouth to wipe it as he struggled not to grin.

"Is that what it looked like?" he asked, not argumentative, but honestly curious.

They hadn't talked about it; there hadn't exactly been a lot of time between the abomination and their respective duties... and, because, typically, whenever he started to feel like calling feelings what they were was the same time it all came to an end. (There was a part of him, afraid to put a name to it, in fear of Gavin's reaction.)