Allan mirrors Ken's free-hand fist perfectly at the permission to get a guaranteed swanky seat, complete with a muttered 'yesss.' It's difficult considering both of his hands are full but he manages to do it. The miracle of Allan.

He takes a sip, sets the drink down and allows his fingers to absently roam on Ken, touching at his shoulder idly as he makes the uick phone call. It's awkward and stilted but he still manages to get it done. Again, the miracle of Allan. He hangs up and his phone joins the drink on the coffee table, which means Allan has an extra hand to card absently through Ken's short hair, massaging his scalp.

"...It always feels weird being away from LA."