Once their plates are sorted, there are plenty of tables to sit at, and it's quiet enough that they can expect not to be disturbed unless something blows up in the city (in which case he's obliged to leave, but nothing less until then).

Before they eat, Boromir looks at him quite apart from the euphoria he's felt since knowing Faramir was in the city. "I expect you must have many questions."

There has been a small knot of unease growing in him this past hour, in relation to the Fellowship, his failure and his death. The same knot that had gradually begun to fade these past months as he sought to move on with his (after)life. Now he wasn't sure how he would be able to answer his brother.