((been a long time since I wrote these two.))
And on the other side of the street is a pair of well dressed gentlemen in dark suits. Well, okay, Gareth is well dressed - Gawain's tie is loosened, with his suit jacket slung over his shoulder. But you get the general idea.
The gentlemen in question were walking along the footpath, engaged in typical bickering conversation, when Gawain glanced across at the other side. Before frowning, and nudging his brother.
"Hey, Gawain." "What?" "That man on the other side of the footpath, outside the hospital."
Gawain stopped, and took a discreet look at the man in question. "What about him, little brother?" His tone grows teasing again. "Do you fancy him, eh?"
"Bugger off." Gareth elbowed his brother in the ribs. "Looks a bit like Mordred, don't you think?" (And he hasn't even spotted Gaheris yet.) "Could be." Gawain's tone is non-committal. "Only one way to find out."
Standing at the edge of the footpath, Gawain turned to face the other side. "Oi! You!"
Gareth sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "That wasn't quite what I had in mind..."