Tybalt, on the other hand, had definitely noticed. She was certainly standing closer to him than she had been, and he just as certainly did not mind at all. He had wanted to get closer to her for a while, but he had not wanted to get in the way of her grief, or even worse, be her rebound. The King of Cats was a rebound for no one.
"Unfortunately, this place does not allow us to make those decisions." He hoped, however, that her feelings would remain the same when they returned home.
Reaching the brewery, he took the door and held it for her, raising an eyebrow as he waited for her to go in ahead of him.