Everrett didn't mention the fact that he worked to deadlines. He wasn't sure he could explain that one without making it sound utterly dreadful. "Oh - of course I want to go," he said, reaching out and tugging on Ky's hand, pulling him down the couple of stone steps so that they were on the same level, Ky just a little bit taller than he was. "I've been waiting for this all day, honestly. It's all I've been able to think about." That, and, the bollocking he got from that man on the journals. And his sister's anxiety. He could practically feel it radiate over to himself, gripping him tight even though he really didn't have anything to be anxious about. Not really.
"C'mon," he murmured, pulling Ky along the road until their steps were in rhythm with each other. "I brought tea," he added, holding the big silver flask up.