[ Whatever Hubert’s feeling, he does a good job of hiding it. Ferdinand has been looking for some hint, even the barest flicker of the spark that flew between them in that stolen moment in the courtyard, but his friend is as difficult to read as ever. He figured the matter a thing of the past, though he’s unsure what to do with the way that notion sits heavy on his heart, an ache for things that could have been.

He is, however, determined not to bother Hubert with such things. His friend is ever the one to think with his head far, far over his heart, and no doubt he would find Ferdinand’s sentimentality over what is probably nothing absurd. ]

If by “do something about it” you mean to take a pair of scissors to it, I must respectfully decline. Impractical as it may or may not actually be, I have grown rather fond of it.