Descent
Sean cleared his throat, face reddening at the curious stares, “I mean, that's what I and Lizzie did when we first met. We sat down and talked. I'm sure it'll work out between you guys as well...”
Harry raised an eyebrow at that, looking over at Alastor who was now frowning down at his already healing wounds, despite the rain; there were still some thin, traces of blood left on him, particularly a nasty mark his collar bone that Harry was so sure was not a love bite, “...not anyone's as friendly as your mate, Sean.”
“Touché,”
Harry suddenly leaned in closer and stage-whispered to Sean, “You know… I’m starting to think the poor idiot’s just been rejected!”