"That doesn't mean I'm not going to tell him," Rus says in the maddening tones that only people with younger siblings are capable of. He snorts. "Don't be so squeamish Severus. Our wives were sisters yes?" He shrugs and smirks. "Of course. And he shall be punished for it."
"Speaking of squeamish," Rus rolls his eyes. "I'm not taking you to a plague hospital for Merlin's sake! The place is fine." They have come to the shabbier part of town and now stand outside a pub that looks better in the dark than it would in daylight. A Guinness sign flickers sporadically in the window. A tatty sign with a sword painted on is the only indication of where they are. "Come on then if you're coming." Rus pulls open the door and light and noise and smells spill out into the night.
"A silencing charm works wonders," Rus reminds him.
Oh no! The Dark Mark is by invitation only! ;) EEK! Depression and exhaustion is a rotten combination. He didn't deserve it period! I'd find another pizza place.