Pettigrew's gaze was drifting, and though Emrys wasn't quick enough to see what it was that had caught his attention he thought he recognized the look. There was a reason that he was still here, he thought; he could have left after the performance without seeming rude, or if he'd really been shocked by the material he could have left as soon as he realized what was going on. No one would have held it against him, and if he seemed as though he hadn't enjoyed himself they'd slip him something on his way out that ensured he didn't remember it tomorrow morning. No, Mr. Pettigrew wanted to be here. Perhaps he wanted to get into a particular kind of trouble. He hadn't committed to it yet, though, which was why he was here talking to Emrys instead of following the path his gaze had just traced out.
"Relax, Mr. Pettigrew," Emrys suggested easily, taking a sip of his drink. "You're among friends here. Or better still, strangers."
"Relax, Mr. Pettigrew," Emrys suggested easily, taking a sip of his drink. "You're among friends here. Or better still, strangers."
Lou made this! <3