Julien smiled a little back at Alfie's amusement, pleased that this hadn't turned into another 'he worked too much' argument.
Which he didn't. Just for the record.
Alfie's answer to his question made him feel a weird little twist of what he was slow to read was almost pain inside, and he wondered why that was, why he suddenly couldn't look up at Alfie as he destroyed the little grass pile by picing it carefully apart. "Oh." he said and then remembered that this sounded rude. "How, how was it." Duh, Julien. "Oh, and who did you go with?"