Re: Museum: Connor and Ragnar
"No. I'm not sure he is aware that it his name. I think he thinks his name is 'good boy'," Ragnar smiled.
It didn't matter how long it had been this time. Months, years, centuries, it was fine. Athelstan was here.
"Oh, I have heard it is quite nice. I'm glad you are safe," there were worse places in town. Much worse. "And you will see him soon, I hope?" A little frown marred his expression. It was none of his business what was happening with Athelstan and his...his brother. The brother he had somehow acquired. There was something flattering in knowing he had come here first.
"I can take you back to my office. Or perhaps show you the rooms upstairs- I have a conference at the end of the month that I am preparing for. It is a little bit of a mess, but I promise it is organised chaos." He wanted to pat himself on the back for being able to string that sentence together whilst Athelstan was looking at him that way. And touching him. "I will need some help, perhaps nearer the end of the month you can- I would like that."
His hand moved to Athelstan's for a moment, tugging him gently towards the door of the meeting room, and through the corridors again to his office. He was nervous, he felt it bubbling up in his chest. "I have been working here some time. I had an exhibition last summer, it was quite successful-" he wasn't really bragging, just...stating facts.
"Do you- um, what jobs have you being doing? Are you...staying?" perhaps Athelstan had a job elsewhere he should go back to.