Some things had to work out eventually, Sitwell figured, gladly taking the hug even if he didn't seem quite sure what he was supposed to do with his arms and mumbling a tentative, "You're welcome?" He didn't even know it was a movie. Maybe he could have done more research. Like, say, if this would be a normal thing that he would be comfortable telling his mother about if she asked what he did that night. He liked to be prepared.
"I kinda thought you'd take your fiance?" he tried to suggest with a smile, not sure how she might take that; like a rejection or as genuine as Sitwell intended it. Really, he didn't need to inspire any animosity toward him from Quicksilver, and the guy came off kind of prickly. Instead of letting her dwell on it and arrive at the rejection possibility in any case, Sitwell added with some personal offense, "How long have you lived here? I can't believe you've never been." Maybe hitting Broadway was a kind of tourist thing, but it wasn't as though Wicked was a native. She was long overdue for the experience. "You know you can visit the Statue of Liberty, right?"