He likes being here, generally. It's better than floating around Cardiff like a ghost, to be sure. It's also better than sitting in Montreal while Helena slowly but surely proved she didn't actually want him around--or getting dragged back to Montreal when she changed her mind.

So here is good. Here is a change for the better.

But here apparently is a place where people ask each other casually to go have a drink. And, a little bit, a place where he loses track of time being focused on listening for the sound above and below the clatter of high heels and pinging of elevators.

Surely a slight lift of the hand is a universal enough sign for 'thanks but not this time.'