"Oh, yeah. I guess we're..." Ezreal lifts up the small bag of things he bought, "kinda done with errands, huh?" Not that he had any errands, but he'd followed Talon along for theirs and figured he could grab a few things too. He stands rooted on the spot, like Talon had forbade him to take another step and not simply stated their intention to go home now, thank you very much, and looks a lot more lost than Ezreal normally does. "That's cool! I mean, yeah, of course you wanna go home. You've probably got lots to do, ahah..."
Scratching the side of his neck, Ezreal glances back down the street the way they'd come, as if contemplating the route he'll take home and what he'll get up to on the journey. "And I've got. Stuff. I need to do too, like..." A pause that's too long that ends in Ezreal gesturing vaguely at the street, "you know. Yeah. So, uh... I guess I'll see you around sometime." And the only thing that would make him look sadder if is the sky opened up and doused him with rain on the spot, or a truck drove by and soaked him in muddy water. "Yep."
"I should head home now."
Talon hadn't given the comment much thought, watching their phone screen to make sure they had gotten to everything they had listed as needing to get. An overall successful trip out, even finishing before they were completely drained from such a loud, bustling environment. When they finally peel eyes away from the small screen, they notice Ezreal's posture. He looked like he'd just been given devastating news.
Thinking of what they would do once back in their terribly humble abode makes features scrunch together with a resonating 'hm.' There was always something they should be getting to, in theory, but it wasn't exactly a fully scheduled day. And by the sounds of it, their errand buddy didn't have much planned either. But they already figured that out, given he had willingly chosen to do boring shopping with them. It wasn't like when Talon would be dragged out of the house to go shopping with their sisters.
"Well," They begin, shoulders rising, like the next words were about to be painful to speak aloud. It wouldn't be as bad as seeing Ezreal be so downtrodden. It was almost like he enjoyed their company or something, and didn't want to stop hanging out.
"Do you think you could give me a lift?" They tense, ready and waiting to see what kind of reaction he would have. Realising Ezreal might read into it the wrong way immediately and think of it as some kind of invitation, they quickly tack on an additional;
"-To my block."
Yeah, they were already regretting asking.
