Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
Of course, the hugging. He should have seen that coming. "Yeah, sure," he repeated, patting her back in the hopes she'd pull back if he acknowledged. "Cheers, Ver," he grunted, pulling out of the hug and back a step so he could light up a cigarette for the walk back. He turned away and back toward Knockturn with only the smallest pause, waving once as he left her to head inside.