“Yes,” Jude said, with visible amusement, “I figured.” He had seen Kieran work on a lot of things in the middle of the Augurey, but charcoals or cutting up roses were not quite the same thing as painting. Jude wasn’t convinced he had ever actually seen Kieran in the midst of that, so - there would be something worthwhile to be gained from this, at least.
“Shall we go now?” he suggested, taking a step closer as a signal that Kieran may as well apparate them both there. Having done so, Jude clasped Kieran’s forearm lightly in expectation, not because he didn’t know how to get to Kieran’s flat for himself but because it felt like a better courtesy to wait for him to agree.
And maybe he hadn’t meant immediately - hopefully he had not been joking with his request - but Jude already had a blasted string of roses around his neck, didn’t he; and it was probably the best case scenario, getting it over with now rather than having a wealth of time to dwell on it, he mused. For his own sanity.
“Shall we go now?” he suggested, taking a step closer as a signal that Kieran may as well apparate them both there. Having done so, Jude clasped Kieran’s forearm lightly in expectation, not because he didn’t know how to get to Kieran’s flat for himself but because it felt like a better courtesy to wait for him to agree.
And maybe he hadn’t meant immediately - hopefully he had not been joking with his request - but Jude already had a blasted string of roses around his neck, didn’t he; and it was probably the best case scenario, getting it over with now rather than having a wealth of time to dwell on it, he mused. For his own sanity.
