Philip clearly had a sense of guilt, which for some reason made David feel guilty. So they both sat rather sullenly holding cans of beer topped with pear juice. It was David's choice to decide that, for now, he had had enough of the normal beer that had put him in that unpleasant Friday situation.
"The rumors haven't spread, fortunately," muttered Philip, sitting with his back to a monitor on which figures from a popular online game were running. He himself had logged out of the game at this point, but was keeping an eye on the match just being played. "Fortunately, people like you, and I guess they decided that the whole situation must have been more upsetting than amusing for you," he said.
"That's good. If my parents found out..."
