"A total lie," Riley answered Damien's statement with a laugh. For his second statement Riley thought to himself that it really wasn't too bad in the bar, especially with it being open to the outside via the door, but he knew that alcohol could effect how people felt. He watched Damien and could see the world and scene around them slip away. Everything else didn't matter. He couldn't hear any sounds. He couldn't see anything else. It was just how he liked it. The moment was broken by Damien getting up off his chair, but at least it was caused by the one who had his full attention. He sensed how Damien felt, trapped, and complied with the earlier statement. To begin with he wouldn't have said no.<br/><br/>He stood up himself. "Let's find a place quiet on deck. Come on." Riley grabbed Damien's hand and intertwined their fingers. Even though it was "weird" with just meeting the guy, it felt right. Not to mention their hands fit perfectly together. He softly dragged Riley out the bar door and back onto the outside of the ship. He took an immediate right and went to the front of the ship, just about the place they first met but a floor lower. He was excited that most people were congregating around the food and other entertainment on board instead of here so they were mostly alone, except for a few staff walking around. He brought them to the front part where there were benches coming out of the side of the ship. He glanced out at the sea again.<br/><br/>By the time they had made their way back outside, a few hours had passed. It was about five in the evening and the sun was just setting. He had always loved watching the change from light to dark, blue to black, sun to the stars and moon. He smiled widely with his eyes glistening. That's when he realized he was still holding Riley's hand. "Oh, sor-sorry" he stuttered as he slowly released their grasp, a blush rushing across his face.