[He's spending waaaay too long at the refreshment table.

Anyone who passes him by might be able to see him muttering to himself under his breath, trying to psyche himself up for something to say? To this-- this guy?

His guts feel so weak and he hates it, why is this happening. What's going on. C'mon, snap out of it, Griffin jUST GO BACK THERE

eventually he makes it back and throws himself back in his seat with a huff - crosses his arms, stares away sullenly, quiet.

He forgot to bring lemonade.]