As a Chandler, Grahame has certain social obligations, which must be seen to before any indulgence on his part can be permitted.

Eventually, though, that business is more or less concluded, and he is free to make his way, casually, over toward Howard.

(There is a belief circulating that the Chandlers and the Starks are quietly putting some kind of alliance together. It helps to explain why Grahame and Howard always seem to end up in lengthy conversations at parties these days, which is why Grahame made sure it got out there.)

He levers himself down into a chair and puts his crutches aside, within easy reach.

"Evening, Howard."