He did not know enough of Elsie's cousin to have a clue what it meant, but that grin was rather terrifying.
Was it just him, or did she seem a little less maddened by all of this, now? Her tone had gotten fractionally less snappy, but whether this was a good sign or just a momentary lull in her tirade, he wasn't sure, and he wasn't going to bet on it either way.
Elsie's tone hadn't gotten any less surprisingly forceful, though. Her only moment of hesitation seemed to come at the next question, when she met his eyes; Tybalt returned the look, though he wasn't sure he had anything useful to communicate.
It was perhaps a little late in the day to have mastered the art of silence, though - especially now that Mrs. Cavanaugh had specifically waved his way - so Tybalt followed up his echoed nod with an actual answer, as though they were on trial. (Were they on trial here? More importantly, what would their sentence be?) "Um, yes," he admitted, although it had the air of a question, one he wasn't sure if he was getting right. Clearly it was the truth - Christ, he could feel the uncharacteristic flush on his face making that plain enough - but it was slightly embarrassing to explain aloud. Best not to elaborate any further, either - I'm in love with her, or, yes I fancied her years ago and we haven't been just friends for years probably wouldn't give Elsie any less to answer for.
Was it just him, or did she seem a little less maddened by all of this, now? Her tone had gotten fractionally less snappy, but whether this was a good sign or just a momentary lull in her tirade, he wasn't sure, and he wasn't going to bet on it either way.
Elsie's tone hadn't gotten any less surprisingly forceful, though. Her only moment of hesitation seemed to come at the next question, when she met his eyes; Tybalt returned the look, though he wasn't sure he had anything useful to communicate.
It was perhaps a little late in the day to have mastered the art of silence, though - especially now that Mrs. Cavanaugh had specifically waved his way - so Tybalt followed up his echoed nod with an actual answer, as though they were on trial. (Were they on trial here? More importantly, what would their sentence be?) "Um, yes," he admitted, although it had the air of a question, one he wasn't sure if he was getting right. Clearly it was the truth - Christ, he could feel the uncharacteristic flush on his face making that plain enough - but it was slightly embarrassing to explain aloud. Best not to elaborate any further, either - I'm in love with her, or, yes I fancied her years ago and we haven't been just friends for years probably wouldn't give Elsie any less to answer for.
