"No, I won't. I was more thinking aloud." Johann admitted, shaking his head. "You will."

As Arc mentioned leaving, Johann suddenly became a little more conscious of how they were sat. He'd not given it a second thought earlier but the thought of leaving made him think. His conscience mulled it over - he'd told Balfour he was off to see private clients and didn't know how long he'd be, so he'd catch him at some point. He'd had lunch with his ex-boyfriend's family, and was now sat with his arms around Arcturus sat on a bed.

Hopefully none of this would come up in future. Without the very complicated context it would seem far worse than it was.

"Of course." He uttered, and let go, turning to slide off the bed in the other direction. After Arc left the bed, Johann carefully adjusted the sheets by hand, and rearranged the pillows so everything was smooth. He didn't think to draw his wand to do it, but like paper, he smoothed things out and arranged them as exactly how he recalled they had been on entering.
"There we go Allie, sorry for borrowing your bed." He uttered.

"Distract your parents, no worries." He gave a mock salute to Arc as he passed him on the way to leave the room, but paused, squinting at the red-eyed healer to rearrange a lock of his black hair like it was the most normal thing to do to another human being. One sorted, he gave a bright grin and finally left the room, content that things were set back enough to where they should be for now. Even if the man trailing behind him was barely together, and he felt more than a little conflicted himself.

As he descended the stairs before Arc he slipped his hands into his pockets, smile dropping from his face as he contemplated what he could say to Mord and Lydia given all that had happened upstairs. Given all that they might have wondered what was going on upstairs too.

"Funny old things then those deathpods," he remarked on reappearing in the downstairs family room, resuming a smile that was perhaps a little too try hard. "He can talk for hours about them..."

He gave a sheepish shrug to the two older Hollingburys, ears keenly listening out for Arc fetching things from his coat by the front door. Did you know your son's falling apart up there? his mind added silently as he pursued a slightly different subject.
"Talking of plants, but not quite, did you happen to read about the woman with the crack in time beneath her tomato plants[1]? Certainly call that a garden feature..."

He was going to need a long drink tonight...


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1.	Reference to Oct 16th