“Hm, you’re right. I’ve been stating the obvious the whole day today. Must be something in the air,” spoke Lavington with a like jocose bitter-sweetness to his voice. He couldn’t explain to anyone how relieved he was of getting through the dinner. Yes, his foreboding feelings of disaster weren’t baseless, but for the most part, it was a success. After all, this was only a practice for a more important dinner to get Lavington’s clan’s approval. Not that John would heed opinion of his relatives, but it would be nice for once to not be a topic of a whispered conversation.
Surprise flashed through the man’s face as he felt Sullivan’s weight against his shoulder. It was a change, since only minutes ago, the young man jerked away from his touch. John stole a glance of the younger male, but didn’t move. The fear of shattering the moment was too strong. Instead, John nodded. It was surprisingly nice, considering they were in the city, a really big city. “Maybe you should keep some medication over at my house. I mean, if you still want to stay over every once in a while.”