What would he have given for her to help him out a little here, and not leave it all to him to say? She must know what he was edging towards: it was the only real option they had. Or, if not that, the only sensible option - and that was the only acceptable Elsie option, after all.
He watched her pluck the book back off the shelf, cradle it in her arms in front of her, eyes big and blue as ever, and expectant, too. Tyb wanted to say nothing at all. He wished he could shrug it off, snap the sudden tension in the air with a joke, forget anything that needed to be said or done and spin right back into the fantasy world they'd been living in for so long.
"Except, well -" he murmured, wondering what all her silence since the quidditch party had been trying to say, and what she had been thinking through it. It'd be nice if she had a better idea, but. Maybe she was expecting this one. Be nice if she could meet him halfway, though... Tybalt studiously avoided her gaze. "She was right about some things. Your cousin." It would be worse next time. Irrevocably worse. "So we, uh, probably shouldn't do that again, probably shouldn't - see each other."
He watched her pluck the book back off the shelf, cradle it in her arms in front of her, eyes big and blue as ever, and expectant, too. Tyb wanted to say nothing at all. He wished he could shrug it off, snap the sudden tension in the air with a joke, forget anything that needed to be said or done and spin right back into the fantasy world they'd been living in for so long.
"Except, well -" he murmured, wondering what all her silence since the quidditch party had been trying to say, and what she had been thinking through it. It'd be nice if she had a better idea, but. Maybe she was expecting this one. Be nice if she could meet him halfway, though... Tybalt studiously avoided her gaze. "She was right about some things. Your cousin." It would be worse next time. Irrevocably worse. "So we, uh, probably shouldn't do that again, probably shouldn't - see each other."
