Sera was talking like an older sister again. She often did with him. Alexei hadn't minded it before, but it didn't sound right from his fiance. "They almost made up me for not making Perfect." The summer before - when the letter had not come - had been uncomfortable. Alexei had not really expected it, being as out of place in his own house as he was everywhere. But it had been an issue none-the-less, especially since Sera was a prefect.
"We have a better foundation than most, growing up as we did," he hoped. He wanted to be optimistic about the marriage. He did love Sera. It wasn't romantic love, but it was a deep love. More than anyone else, Sera knew and worked around his quirks. Already this morning he was starting to feel a little less tense - though he was still speaking in multiples of three, he had stopped rotating the glass of milk at least, and hadn't gotten so bad as knocking on things.