[ Jaime could protest. He might even be right to do so. But where would that get them? He'd list people, and Ruka would shake her head, dismissing them with some well placed point or another, and Jaime's never been as good at arguing as her - or as good with the minor details that seem to magnify in her presence, larger than the bigger truths that Jaime tends to see. He'd already overstepped. The way I do.

Presumptuous. Too presumptuous, for what they are. They're close friends, yes, but there's still so much they don't know. ]

It's okay, [ he says instead. ] You know I came here to bowl as much as you did. I'll just hang out with you instead, if you don't mind.

[ They don't have to talk about it. Heck, they don't even have to talk. They can just sit for a while. That's fine by Jaime too. ]