I'm better. [ Said with that tinge of apology, or embarrassment, like one making a scene at a party and now the dust has settled for them to reflect on what they did. (Well, avoiding a scene at a party is exactly what prompted this.) A foot kicks against the ground in an idle manner, and he seems to decide keeping his head bowed is actually a much better option.

(He would very much like to apology for the scene, but it doesn't feel right to.) ]

...I've never talked about it before. I don't really like to think about it. [ As one might guess. ] ...but I didn't want to keep it from you, because there was going to be a chance you'd find out... and I didn't want you to do it in a different way.

[ In a less kinder manner, or one where emotions would rise more out of control than they had then in his apartment. ]

When Alvin told me [ and there's a growing amusement in his tone ] he said enough already for me to guess, and then he told me when I said I didn't want to know outside the restaurant in the street. [ A street full of people. Here, now, Red's chuckling: ] And I heard Silver talk about holding a party with Ludger and Milla outside too!

[ He pats his hands together suddenly, rubbing his bare hands, the air becoming thicker that rests on their lungs, a small mist leaving out through his nose. ]

It sucks. [ ... ] Surprises suck.