Unwittingly, Theodore arrived with Daphne later than had been originally intended, but such was often the case when the two of them got together. Old habits died hard, or in their case, never died at all. It was all too easy to get wrapped up in conversation or just relaxing in the rare sense of comfort that usually hung around them. He supposed it was having grown up together that allowed for it, but he never bothered to put much thought into it. It was just the way it was.
However, no matter how comfortable he felt in the confines of Daphne's London flat, the feeling wasn't something that lingered once he entered a situation such as this. He loathed society, particularly the event aspect of society. His behavior was always perfectly presented, but even in the comfortable outfit Daphne had picked out he felt slightly out of place.
"Remind me again why we decided to attend this disaster?" he asked, turning his gaze to Daphne. It seemed like a bloody ridiculous idea now that he was standing among the other individuals who had been roped into this ridiculous gala.