He looked absolutely feverish as he finally emerged from behind his menu, handing it to the waiter with a word of thanks as he adjusted his tie for the umpteenth time. The other man was thankfully aware of his plight, and grabbed a glass of water from a passing waitress, handing it to Sniper. He looked like he needed it.

And he definitely did. He downed half of it as the waiter walked away, only to nearly spit it out as Pyro questioned him.

Oh, and she offered to let him put her head in his lap. He wasn't sure what that meant, or if there was something lost in translation, but his embarrassment was evident all the same.

He choked on the water in his throat, barely getting it down as he rasped: "What?"