Connor just ignored Jacob's raised eyebrow, because he was determined to at least try to do this and Jacob's skepticism was not helpful. But thank Merlin he felt a little better once he sat down. Connor was still on edge, keenly aware of how high up he was. But he felt a little more secure in his seat. So long as he didn't lean forward at all. It was a relief to hear standing wasn't required. Though everyone else would probably be standing, which meant he would look like a prat sitting right up front and not doing it. He frowned a little at the thought, but Jacob spoke up before he could get too in his head about it. Confusion flickered across his face when Jacob talked about a brother on the team. Who had a brother on the--oh. Right. Ann. Who gave him the tickets. "Oh, uh--yeah, of course. I'm glad you could come. Wasn't expecting such good seats. But I guess, uh, being close to a player has its perks." Connor wasn't sure he'd call these seats a perk, if he was being honest, though he felt bad for thinking that since they really were amazing seats. Oliver had said it wasn't a big deal to get him tickets, but it still felt like kind of a big deal. Connor also wasn't sure he qualified as close to Oliver. But he'd had Oliver's dick in his mouth, and surely that counted for something. Speaking of Oliver--Connor's eyes went to the pitch as the players for both teams flew out, the stands erupting in applause as Puddlemere emerged from the tunnels at the bottom of the pitch. He'd been expecting some kind of announcement or fanfare, but Connor realized a moment later they were coming out to warm up before the match actually started. It didn't take him long to spot Oli, his eyes tracking him as he flew out next to someone who was probably Cene but Connor wasn't looking because holy Merlin Oli looked hot in his quidditch robes, the wind blowing in his hair, a look of focus on his face that wasn't dissimilar to how he'd looked when he'd been blowing Connor. Which--was not what Connor needed to be thinking. Especially not with Jacob sitting right next to him. Who Connor totally hadn't forgotten about. He glanced over at his brother. "These really are good seats." They were good for seeing Oliver at least.
Connor was clearly out of sorts. Jacob felt bad. There wasn't really anything to do about it though. Not unless Connor wanted to leave and he'd already offered that. He smiled at Connor's answer. "These are probably family and friends tickets. Makes sense she'd have those." Jacob was mostly talking to distract Connor. Or try to. Thankfully the players came out for warm ups before Jacob had to scrape together moer small talk to distract him. Seeing that the action on the pitch had distracted Connor he turned his attention too it. He watched as the opposing team came out on their side of the pitch. Puddlemere were flying around doing their warm ups and stretches closest to them so he turned his attention back to the home team. He laughed at Connor's words and turned his head back to him. "Yeah, you'll have to thank Ann for me. We should have a really good view of all the action," he added. They had a nice line of sight too the hoops. They really were ideal tickets. "Maybe we'll even get to see the quaffle chase, that ones always iffy no matter where you seat. But it'd be cool."