[Diarmuid nods, walking back into the kitchen to pour another cup. A moment later, he returns and hands a cup to Kakyoin, gesturing for him to take a seat at the table.]

He mentioned he was preoccupied and you know me. I had to ask why.

[The 16th. It's a date he won't forget now. Gently, he gives Kakyoin's arm a supportive squeeze.]

Did you want to talk about that or something else?