It was a shame that Ernie couldn't visably view Susan's cheeks turning slightly pink. The gesture would have been good for his morale in their current situation, especially to know that he could still make her feel a certain way after all of the time that had passed. Even though it hadn't done a whole lot of good to simply keep his gaze on her, a part of him couldn't help it. They had been a part more then he would have liked to admitt, even to himself, and slowly he was realizing what she referred to during their conversation. He missed every single thing about her, more so that he couldn't exactly be around her as much as he would like.
It was also true with how an old saying had stated, made so many years ago. One didn't know exactly what they had until it was gone. Susan wasn't techincally gone. She was still in his life, but through the lonely sleepless nights, Ernie began to realize how correct that statement had become for him. The less hours that he placed within work, the more he fully knew that he had to make a change for Susan, if he was going to get her back. A light heart consumed him, knowing that they would eventually would, Ernie did his best not to look down about the situation that occurred between them.
"I haven't had Oolong in quite a while. In fact, I only have it with you," he replied, watching her make the tea before him. Ernie hadn't even noticed that he was still standing until she made a comment about taking a seat. Blinking a little bit to regain composure, he lowered himself into the chair and placed his hands upon his thighs for safe keeping, trying hard not to rap his fingers against himself. He wasn't the type to be impatient. Oh, no. If he had performed that slight moter function, it was more so because of his nerves then anything else. It had almost felt as though they returned to their roots, started over again. He felt as though a part of his feelings had to remain hidden, like they did back within Hogwarts. What an uneasy feeling that slowly became to be.
Although he knew his occupation had been important, especially since half of the crew hadn't contained the knowledge of half of the things that he could do, but it was for the best. Thankfully, his boss halfily agreed with him on the choice. "No, they're not. They sort of enjoyed the idea. As much as they do make me feel welcomed in my position, I do work a tad bit too much and they don't want me to over exhaust myself," he continued to explain the situation. Work wasn't something he wanted to talk to Susan about, especially with thoughts of making everything work between them a clear priority. She was the main reason that the hours had been cut down significantly. "If they need it, I don't mind staying later then required. We have more time to spend together now, if you'd like."
"I do hope all is well with you too," he stated, asking more then the general without using the direct words.