"Yeah, no problem." He replied, shrugging lightly after. "What are annoying unwanted friends for."

Despite the self depreciating humor, he seemed in a good humor about it and went ahead and beckoned over a waitress to order some tea, and some jam like you would put on toast. She looked confused, but went to fulfill the order.

"One time we had this friend, Florian. He dreamed of becoming a professional wrestler. But ah, not normal wrestling. Turkish style. So he convinced me and our other friends to cover ourselves in olive oil and try to have a match? Imagine a room full of idiot teenagers. Barefoot. Linoleum floor. Greased up. We almost broke our necks." He chuckles faintly at the memory. "Cleaning off this is way easier than that..."

Really he had no idea how he didn't know Florian was gay for so long.