While he couldn't say he'd ever actually had a panic attack, Adrian was fairly certain he got the gist. He wasn't a stranger to fear, even if he'd never felt it the way Angelina did. When war came knocking, Adrian - for all intents and purposes - ran away. Granted, he'd still been recovering from his injury at the time, but he couldn't truthfully say whether or not he'd have returned to the castle. The only thing he knew beyond the faintest shadow of doubt was that he would never have fought for Voldemort. Blood status meant shit all to him at the end of the day. It was the individual and their mind that he judged, so it should've been no surprise that Angelina sparked his interest. She was fantastic. He'd never met someone who could keep him laughing or smiling so often as she had in the time since her first visit to his rooms...
All of which meant it didn't matter that he had no idea what she was talking about when she mentioned the titles of her board games, nor why she would call them juvenile. It meant he was willing to find out. Sitting there on the couch across from her, doing something so simple as sharing a meal, Adrian came to the realization that if Angelina suggested it, he would be willing to try it. The knowledge was heady. It had nothing on kissing her, but left an impression.
He cleaned his plate, feeling only mildly guilty about the fact that the house elves would be cleaning up after him. There wasn't a lot of mess and he figured the stuff would disappear just as easily as it had appeared. Adrian had other things on his mind. Like exploring all the possibilities that were opening up to him. The quarantine was always there lately, at the back of his thoughts. He had no idea what he'd do if he lost his magic. It would mean less time on his broom, since his balance wasn't back to normal, unless he fancied falling off and potentially injuring himself again. But it hadn't happened yet, and there was something much better to focus on. Someone.
"I'll be honest. You've probably done or seen a thousand things I haven't," he admitted. "But if it's something you like, I'll have a go. I'm basically free during classroom hours. Before and after practices and matches. In other words, I have a bit of a ridiculous amount of free time to fill." And if it was filled by Angelina? Not a soul would hear Adrian complaining. In fact, they might not hear from him at all, because shutting himself away with her for hours on end - to talk or play games or whatever else she came up with - sounded like a spectacular plan.
"You don't need to thank me." He shook his head. "You've made being back here less nerve-wracking." The phrase didn't quite cover what she'd done for him, as far as accepting him and giving him a chance. She took his mind off the fact that he was teaching Quidditch instead of playing it. "Among other things." There, that was better. "And if you want to go and lie back down, go ahead. I was going to read a while longer."
He might also have been thinking of telling her she could just stay. It seemed...forward. There weren't two beds in the suite. Kissing was one thing, and no, Adrian wasn't a bleeding saint, but he was capable of being a gentleman. He was worried that moving too fast would mess things up between them. That she'd feel like he was pushing his limits or asking for too much and he didn't want that. Hadn't known what he was missing until he found it.