When the boys come over, Neil puts just a fraction more space between himself and Rosie. Not detaching, no, not at all. But making obvious that they don't come as a set, if these boys are interested in either one of them.

He'd been watching Rosie's silent flirtation as they waited to see if the boys would come over, and he's rather scandalized at what a natural she is. It took him months to act nearly so fake-confident about a thing. Though, he supposes, he comes from a disadvantage; no one ever told Rosie she was going to hell for liking boys.

The boys are handsome and they smile, and Neil thinks he recognizes them both, now they're closer, but he doesn't say anything. The dark-haired one has a good smile and kind eyes, even if there's a certain confident smarm in his posture; his fairer companion seems a little nervous about smiling at Neil, but he does, and Neil smiles back kindly.

Just drinks, then. That's fine. It would be rude to abandon Rosie.

The dark-haired boy, sure enough, says, "Can we buy you drinks?" and Neil nods, nudging Rosie softly.