“Oh?” Tybalt murmured, his eyebrows arching slightly at her reaction to resolutions. He hadn’t made any - well, not properly, because he knew himself well enough to know they’d have flown out the window three days in; discipline was not his strong suit - but he did have... wishes. And it sounded like Elsie did too.
Already desperate to hear her say whatever was one her mind, he ignored the flip of his stomach and furtively tucked his hand around her arm to walk with her. They couldn’t leave, exactly, because even Harvey might get suspicious at that, but there was nothing inherently suspicious in talking, was there? There was warmth spilling out of the Three Broomsticks and hot drinks flowing, but Tybalt wasn’t sure the crush of people inside would be conducive to this conversation, so he inclined his head towards one of the side streets that looked a little more sheltered from the crowd and the elements, gaze catching on another of the fire braziers burning by an empty bench nearby.
He paused, glancing at Elsie and The Three Broomsticks again. “Do you want to go - inside?” Maybe this resolution of hers was nothing at all, some whim about how many books she wanted to read, but he didn’t think so. At least, his hopes for the coming year were a little more significant... but hopefully not as fanciful as they sounded.
Already desperate to hear her say whatever was one her mind, he ignored the flip of his stomach and furtively tucked his hand around her arm to walk with her. They couldn’t leave, exactly, because even Harvey might get suspicious at that, but there was nothing inherently suspicious in talking, was there? There was warmth spilling out of the Three Broomsticks and hot drinks flowing, but Tybalt wasn’t sure the crush of people inside would be conducive to this conversation, so he inclined his head towards one of the side streets that looked a little more sheltered from the crowd and the elements, gaze catching on another of the fire braziers burning by an empty bench nearby.
He paused, glancing at Elsie and The Three Broomsticks again. “Do you want to go - inside?” Maybe this resolution of hers was nothing at all, some whim about how many books she wanted to read, but he didn’t think so. At least, his hopes for the coming year were a little more significant... but hopefully not as fanciful as they sounded.
