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[ It seems a bit odd for this to end here, with an abrupt parting and even more abrupt words, but Ferdinand is at a loss on where to go from here, if anywhere. Thankfully, Hubert steps in to fill the silence first, and the invitation to their usual teatime (tea and coffee time, really) eases the unsure tension that had been gathering itself in the pit of Ferdinand’s stomach. Perhaps he’d been worried that the strange moment of magnetic pull between them had somehow altered the balance of their understanding of one another, that walls would come up again after they had finally come down.

It seems his fears were misplaced, and his smile returns, sunny as ever. ]

I would like that, yes. I shall see you tomorrow, then?

[ If he hasn’t the time, well. He’ll make it. ]