[Gokudera looks at that closed hand in obvious confusion and places his own, open, under it, like Beat is offering something to him. He’s okay with handshakes, but no one has ever fist-bumped him before.]

Uh.

[Whoops?

He sets his drink down and his coded notes and then draws back as if recoiling from that laugh.]

Are you making fun of me?! It’s not an interview! You brought the noctaere up, and I need to make sure I can be ready to keep my friends safe! It’s important!

[Maybe he’s making a mountain out of a mole-hill, probably, but he’s being sincere and will NOT leave Beat alone until he gets more information from him.]

Isn’t it?

[Finally, Gokudera takes a seat, expression now settling to its usual grumpiness.]