"Ugh." Cyrus slumps back, defeated. "The one time you ever actually follow my example in anything. Wow."

He takes a sip of wine - finishing the glass - and observes Stephen over the rim. "Fine. Abandon me. I understand." There's mock-woundedness in his voice, the sorrow of the long-suffering.

He does stand up - he'll show Stephen to the door, and pull him close for one more lingering hug. a No hard feelings, seriously kind of hug. "Say hi to Grandma. Tell her we'll talk next week."