She caught him looking at her with a look they had perfected while undercover, is all.
It's why she snags him by the belt loop when he passes, headed back to his table with Gail. The blonde is waiting for him to return from his bathroom break, idly swirling around the drink in her glass.
Andy yanks a little harder on his jeans than she means to.
"That was fast," she says, an eyebrow quirked towards the men's room.
"Door was locked." He nods, short and quick. To the point. Tries to move along, but she still has two fingers curled in his belt loop. Nick can feel Oliver's eyes on those fingers.
"You good with Gail?" Andy asks, finally keeps her hands to herself.
Nick pastes on a grin. "Yeah. But. Give it five minutes. Might change." He shrugs, five years old on a playground, waiting his turn on the big slide.
"Go get 'em, tiger." Andy makes a loose fist and pumps it at chest height. A miniature cheer to boost soldier's morale.
He smiles a little more real. Walks back to his table with Gail.
When he looks over his shoulder again, both she and Oliver are gone. When Gail's up at the bar ordering their third round, he pulls his phone out from his pocket. There's an unread text from Andy. The screen lights up underneath the lip of the table.
Ollie called a cab for me.
Don't do anything stupid, ok.
He doesn't have time to reply before Gail's back. Slips his phone back into his pocket. With his head a little fuzzy around the edges from the alcohol, he thinks it feels a little like cheating. A little like not.