So Let's Build A Fire (Griff)

Griff had no idea that his particular arrival had caused so much pain and misery for one person. If he had, maybe he would have dramatically impaled himself on something in a rather bloody apology, while smearing his entrails around in a- okay, enough of this metaphor. He was oblivious. Sean had apparently kept him in the dark over Josh's tender emotions, and this was not a good thing.

He'd only been going to the bar to pick up a bottle of wine and settle at home, goat in lap to watch his favourite soap - which was currently the old runs of Dawson's Creek (nobody's perfect, okay?) when he espied a familiar back of the head from a few of the photographs in Sean's abode. Rubbing his facial hair contemplatively, Griff headed over and rested his hands on the bar in an open and easy gesture.

"Hi, Josh, right?" He said cheerfully, smiling. "I'm Griffin." The short welshman seemed to be radiating benign energy, like some sort of Mr. Happy, only with less yellow and less... body-face. "Do you mind too much if I wait next to you for my wine?" His voice lilted, still smiling. Oh Griff, you're barking up the wrong tree.

Griff would like to think he was a perceptive character, at least being a doctor. But right now all he's thinking is "Lets be best friends with Josh then we can all go out boating together and live happily ever after." None of which is going to happen.

"Thanks." The doctor persisted, sitting down and tilting his head quizzically to one side. "Sean talks fondly of you." He added, nodding and drumming his fingers on the counter to fill the (hate filled) silence.

Pausing for a long moment, and finally getting that awkward niggle in his stomach that Griff instantly assumed was the start of gastroenteritis, though it was actually his awkward warning sign, he finally pushed again. "Yes, for exes your definitely closer that what I'd imagine." Foot, please insert into mouth.

Griff nearly fell backwards off the chair as the beer went flying, stomach now very tightly knotted. Ah, finally, the little welshman's realised he's not particularly popular at the moment. "Y... your beer. I'm so sorry." He spluttered, reaching to pick the mug off the floor and simultaneously grab napkins to clean up the spillage.

"Ah... Sean..." He breathed rather anxiously, putting the mug on the counter. "He's... he said you were close. And mentioned your past relationship." Griffin began to backpedal. "I'm okay with it!" He added, voice sounding a little high. "I admire that you. That you're still close after a failed relationship." That's it, Griff, keep digging.

"Did you get any on your clothes?" He added, twitching a napkin towards Josh helpfully. "I shouldn't imagine you'll want to go home smelling like a brewery!" A nervous laugh followed.