And just like that, the pleasant mood coming from potentially making an unexpected friend out of an awkward situation dissipates, the tentatively cheerful smile on his face fading.

"I thought you wanted me to handle him," he replies quietly, tone carefully even to mask the sting of hurt. How can he not feel just a little bit offended when the first thing his husband does is pick up the phone he'd passed off to him.

"Isn't that why you handed me the phone in the first place? Or did you just not trust me to take care of it?"

As for the matter of meeting for drinks, that's something he'll deal with in a moment.