Theodore made a begrudgingly impressed face at the other bloke’s answer, not because of the “two more” in itself, and more because he hadn’t known that this Connolly was a broommaker. “Huh,” he said wryly. “Guess time is on some people’s side.”
His tone grew no less wry at what the - younger, he thought - man recognised him for. Of course a broommaker would be interested in that. “That’s me,” Theo said with a long-suffering sigh and a pinch of bitter amusement, taking a long draught of his drink before he answered anything else. “I mean, it was six years ago,” he said. “But I’ve still got the scar.” (Still a bit gruesome-looking, if he were honest. Though fortunately not visible with a shirt on.)
His tone grew no less wry at what the - younger, he thought - man recognised him for. Of course a broommaker would be interested in that. “That’s me,” Theo said with a long-suffering sigh and a pinch of bitter amusement, taking a long draught of his drink before he answered anything else. “I mean, it was six years ago,” he said. “But I’ve still got the scar.” (Still a bit gruesome-looking, if he were honest. Though fortunately not visible with a shirt on.)
