Patrick picked up his iced tea just to give himself something to do. He finally got it. He was slow, practically had to be hit over the head, but he got it now. “Okay.”
Josh looked at him. “Okay what?”
“I got your message.”
“What message?”
“You aren’t interested in me.” Patrick shrugged. “You agree I should move on from Andrew, just not with you.”
Josh looked uncomfortable, but he didn’t bother to deny it. He picked up his napkin from his lap and readjusted it.
Pushing aside his sadness, Patrick said, “It’s fine, Josh. Don’t worry about it. I’m not expecting you to be my salvation or anything.”
“The other night—”
“I’m really sick of talking about the other night. I got drunk and I attacked you. Fortunately for you, I passed out before I took advantage of you.” Patrick rolled his eyes.
“More like you passed out before I took advantage of you.”