Ernie had gotten up to go to the bar to grab a glass of butterbeer before Theodore arrived, and by the time he got back, the young man was already seated. Ernie smiled, glad the other man had shown up as a small part of him had worried he wouldn't.
"Hey Theodore," he said as he sat himself in the seat next to his and placed his glass on a side table. "How was your day? Better than last week, I hope."