"Just about," he said, fidgeting in place, finding it impossible to get comfortable when the tension in the room was palpable. "Up until Hogwarts, and then again once I left. I like it here," he said, half-heartedly gesturing to the world at-large.
He started to reach for the glass of juice, then changed his mind. It was an awkward motion from an increasingly awkward boy. Kevin caught a glance of a clock in the kitchen behind Oriel. It was near midnight by this point. Time was beginning to run a little low for either of them to make any sort of a move, but Kevin still dared not.