[He follows into the room with a small, grateful smile beaming up at Yamamoto just before he carries the glasses and corkscrew to the low table. It's a good thing he set them down when he did too, otherwise he'd have been fumbling with them in the middle of flailing an arm.]

A-Ah! I-I know it's not right, but, um, wine isn't a normal gift. What are we going to do with them afterwards?!

[He's watched his dad drink enough to know that it's never safe to assume how drunk you can or can't get from anything with alcohol. Watch as he makes a cute faint disapproving face just at the thought. They've gotten this far though and, with Yamamoto smiling that carefree smile, he feels oddly reassured in a way that only the other can bring about. Defeated for the second time in a row, he walks over to shut the door to his room and turn the lock before walking back over to take a seat next to Yamamoto.

He can already hear the things Gokudera would be shouting at Yamamoto if he were here right now.]

By the way, have... you ever used a corkscrew before? I... don't know how to use it.

[He sheepishly smiles, faintly blushing after admitting that.]