For a moment Luis expected her to go on about his Thanksgiving; normally, he wasnât able to lie to her or hold back information, sheâd always somehow just know that he was hiding something. So while part of him was surprised she didnât ask any further, he couldnât deny the relief that eased his mind. It had always been hard for Luis to talk about his feelings, partly because he never seemed to be able to put them into suitable words, but mostly because he didnât want to annoy his friends with his problems. Even though they never actually gave him that feeling, he sort of worried he might overstrain their friendship by talking about himself and his stale sorrows all the time.
âOh, yeah, I heard what happened there. Itâs horrible, I canât even believe it,â he mumbled, nodding slightly at the mention of Nina and her family. The older studentâs demeanour â especially when it came to unclaimed and mixedblood wizards â made Luis used to avoid any business with her and he wouldnât confront her, but despite all he surely didnât want her to suffer like that. No matter what, nobody deserved this. âI hope sheâll get over this. She was lucky to have you, though,â he then added with a soft smile, his gaze meeting Kelseyâs.
Her following words, however, got him by surprise as he had sort of expected this topic to be through. He even snorted a little as he realised how ridiculous his dull family problems seemed to be compared to what Nina was facing. The bitter expression on his face, though, was soon to be replaced by an amused smile at how well Kelsey knew him. âHonestly, though, itâs no big deal. Yes, maybe it was a bit, yâknow, uncomfortable but nothing life changing, really.â
Kelsey smiles back slightly â...Mase is more close to her, but .. I just like being there. Sometimes people just need to talk. I like being that person.. itâs just.. I like being needed I guess. I donât feel that way here. At home, thereâs always something to do, someone needing something. Vegetables to be chopped, a shoelace needing to be tied... Boots to be cleaned. But here? Not so much..âÂ
Lips twist together, Luis is still hiding something from her but itâs really not her place to poke and pry or maybe itâs just the setting, surrounded by people, and the walls of the library closing in on them. If anything she should probably get out of there having been there since it opened that morning, her lips move, though no words come out until she clears her throat, cheeks flaming for a reason that her head canât seem to wrap itâs head around â...D-Do you want to get out of here? Maybe w-walk into town and get something to drink?.. Hot chocolate maybe? I know you donât really drink coffeeâ