In the bedlam of the portkey arrival and people looking for their loved ones, nobody was likely to pay them any mind and even if they did Nemo didn't care. The possibility of not seeing her again was too overwhelming for him to give a damn about what anyone said about this now. Propriety could be forgiven in the moment, he was most certain.

Of all the things he expected her to say, an apology for Paris was not one of them. Especially not one so weirdly specific and absolutely mortifying. Nemo felt himself flush just at the words she'd used, never mind the implication behind them if anyone were to overhear. "Merlin, Pen, not the time." He was thankful she'd buried her face in his shoulder so she couldn't see the abject horror on his face.

"It's fine, it was a big misunderstanding." One that had gone on for far too long because he was too much of a coward. Never again.