Deep within himself, Dory knew he ought to sit opposite her. He had had too much to drink at this point, she was obviously vulnerable and, unlike the countless flings he'd had over the years, Dory was hesitant to allow things to evolve with Maple in this state. Maybe it was because they were friends, maybe he didn't feel as urgent a need for intimacy as he did connection, he didn't know. But he knew sitting next to her was likely a bad idea.
However, it didn't stop him from sinking into the cushion on the other end of the sofa instead. He was fully turned to face her, his knee carelessly thrown over the other. There was still enough distance between them that he needn't worry about touching her.
"I still dream about playing quidditch, can't anymore with my shoulder and all." Dory shrugged before taking a drink. "I think about traveling sometimes. Do you fancy being a mediwitch forever?"
However, it didn't stop him from sinking into the cushion on the other end of the sofa instead. He was fully turned to face her, his knee carelessly thrown over the other. There was still enough distance between them that he needn't worry about touching her.
"I still dream about playing quidditch, can't anymore with my shoulder and all." Dory shrugged before taking a drink. "I think about traveling sometimes. Do you fancy being a mediwitch forever?"