That seemed to have been the wrong thing to say, too. Ben wasn't sure there were any right things to say in this situation. If there were, he certainly wasn't doing a very good job thinking them through.
"London or Hogwarts," he said with a shrug. He'd be spending Saturday ferrying things between the two locations, and he didn't know how long it would take him to manage everything, but he'd been putting it off long enough that it probably wouldn't go quickly. Though, on the other hand, he didn't have that many things to pack — he'd already done a considerable amount of downsizing when he'd moved out of the Irvingly house earlier this year. He'd been doing his best to slowly build up more things in London, to make the townhome feel lived in, to make it feel like home, but he hadn't made a great deal of progress yet. "It'll probably be a late night. I wouldn't want you waiting up for me," he said. He liked to think Melody had gotten some more sleep with him around than she would have otherwise, but she was still pretty obviously sleep deprived all the time; he didn't want to add to the problem.
"I, uhm —" he started, thinking vaguely of changing the topic to talk about Christmas and holiday plans, but then he got mentally hung up on the question of more children again and left of without knowing what to say.
"London or Hogwarts," he said with a shrug. He'd be spending Saturday ferrying things between the two locations, and he didn't know how long it would take him to manage everything, but he'd been putting it off long enough that it probably wouldn't go quickly. Though, on the other hand, he didn't have that many things to pack — he'd already done a considerable amount of downsizing when he'd moved out of the Irvingly house earlier this year. He'd been doing his best to slowly build up more things in London, to make the townhome feel lived in, to make it feel like home, but he hadn't made a great deal of progress yet. "It'll probably be a late night. I wouldn't want you waiting up for me," he said. He liked to think Melody had gotten some more sleep with him around than she would have otherwise, but she was still pretty obviously sleep deprived all the time; he didn't want to add to the problem.
"I, uhm —" he started, thinking vaguely of changing the topic to talk about Christmas and holiday plans, but then he got mentally hung up on the question of more children again and left of without knowing what to say.
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