Adrian came in to sit beside her on the couch, old familiarity making the proximity feel fine even with the slightly awkward topic of conversation. He set their tea down on the table in front of the couch and moved her hands to rub her feet. "I remember, you'd come down to my lab at the estate and look positively disheveled before your early shifts. I wouldn't have even been to bed yet, working on some project or another, it was least put together I think I ever remember seeing you," he chuckled.
"Nice is good," he nodded, swallowing at the strange feeling in his throat. He shrugged then though, still massaging her feet tenderly like the old friends that they'd somehow become - as mad as they drove each other anyway - "I'm not really. Gwinnie's taken it the wrong way though, I attended a ball with Astoria's sister," he shook his head. It was silly really, surely there was nothing between his old friend and himself, was there?