King was frowning, Nick didn’t miss this, but it could just be a thoughtful frown, couldn’t it? He was frowning, but he had said I suppose, he didn’t live far. The night was getting better and better for Nick, then. The prospect of working or going home to bed (alone, weary, unsatisfied) was growing fainter by the second; there was some dangerous, electrical spark in the atmosphere instead.
Or he was being delusional, but King had appeased him so far. He smiled, the way he would at an old friend. “Shall we walk,” Nick began, but took the liberty of placing a casual hand on King’s arm and steering him gently towards a side alley, separating them away from the general flow of pedestrian traffic to somewhere they wouldn’t be seen. They were standing close together now – they were so close in height, so naturally aligned. Nick didn’t slide his hand off him yet, waiting expectantly. “Or can you apparate us?”
Or he was being delusional, but King had appeased him so far. He smiled, the way he would at an old friend. “Shall we walk,” Nick began, but took the liberty of placing a casual hand on King’s arm and steering him gently towards a side alley, separating them away from the general flow of pedestrian traffic to somewhere they wouldn’t be seen. They were standing close together now – they were so close in height, so naturally aligned. Nick didn’t slide his hand off him yet, waiting expectantly. “Or can you apparate us?”
