[Meanwhile, it's an entirely different animal for Hawkeye to keep his trap shut after he's spurred on by Frank's amusement. He focuses almost exclusively on the taste of the food and swallowing, following it up with a hurried drink of more wine (this is the sissy shit, isn't it? it's sweeter than anything he can remember, but he can't say he's complaining). Anything to keep from adding unnecessary kindling to the bubble of short laughter that wants to be let out.
God, this really isn't fair and Hawkeye waves a hand dismissively between them-- something like 'sorry, sorry' and he ducks his head in a quick bout of embarrassment.
Stay quiet, be quiet, don't... be an ass. He can do that.
He's also suddenly sore that he's being expected to learn something, because isn't that just a quick and friendly dose of reality. He frowns, not terribly off-put and more in confusion, and raises a brow as he digs in for more chow.
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God, this really isn't fair and Hawkeye waves a hand dismissively between them-- something like 'sorry, sorry' and he ducks his head in a quick bout of embarrassment.
Stay quiet, be quiet, don't... be an ass. He can do that.
He's also suddenly sore that he's being expected to learn something, because isn't that just a quick and friendly dose of reality. He frowns, not terribly off-put and more in confusion, and raises a brow as he digs in for more chow.
Sorry, what? He hadn't been paying attention.]