[Eiri watches Yokozawa approach, the appreciation in his amber gaze thankfully hidden by the shades. He looks good, but Eiri supposes he always does. So it really shouldn't cause such a reaction in him; really, why should he continue to want him like this? With the women, it happens once, maybe twice if he's in a giving mood later, and that's all. He doesn't crave them, doesn't think about them after they're gone. Why should it be so different with another man? Why is it...more?

He gives the proffered apology (and the intrusive thoughts) a dismissive wave and a lift of his half-empty glass in greeting.] Well, that just means you have catching up to do. [He drops his feet to the floor, moving into more of a sitting position to give Yokozawa space to join him.]

Anything urgent? I hope you didn't abandon a crisis for my sake. [It's less concerned interest and more giving him an out, just in case. And, smirking - ] I hear writers can be a real pain in the ass.