He couldn't help but smile a little at that. "Yeah, one more thing I'm hiding. My secret life as an asshole."
This was something he hadn't heard. "Really?" he asked, looking over at him. The very idea of it boggled him. "That's surreal," he said. "I mean, I don't think I want to move to the states to work, but that's a good sign, I guess. Maybe things will eventually get to that point here as well." It sounded like a pipe dream, really, considering that werewolf persecution was so deeply ingrained into British wizarding society, but still. It was a hope.
Gerard took another drag. He ashed out the window, smiling a little. "I guess so," he said. He laughed a little. "You're taking this alot better than most, you know. I wish everyone here was from America."