Tybalt laughed aloud at the handshake that was prematurely punctuated by both of them spotting the blood still on it. Tyb made a face and instead offered him a joking sort of salute. “I’m sure I’ll see you about, Mr. Holm,” he added with another genuine grin. (If he hadn’t scared him straight back out of Britain, that was. He’d be better behaved next time, if only Holm didn’t go out of his way to avoid him.)

He gave the redhead a last wince as he waved him in, feeling suddenly very parental towards him. “Hope your head’s alright.”

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