Let the wine of friendship never run dry || Elijah & Thaddeus
Thaddeus had left Elijah to his business left him to squabbling with his sister and whatever else it was the boy did with his time, and he had spent his own milling around, avoiding the blonde woman he had to call his wife, shopping, making small talk, all kinds of things to avoid her and to avoid other people, too. Thaddeus had found, in Elijah, somebody who didn't care to ask, really, how he was, or how anything was, and if he did it was out of politeness alone, he never pushed. He liked that, he appreciated it.
It was nothing, really, to get dinner sent anywhere in the castle, Helga already had her small army of elves at her beck and call, and being a friend of hers they listened, most of the time, to Thaddeus, if he were polite. There was a small room he'd found, he hadn't seen it before, small, cozy, a blazing fireplace and two chairs facing it that looked so unbelievably comfortable Thaddeus hadn't let himself sit down for fear he'd never get back up again. It was there he waited for Elijah to arrive, having sent word and detail of where this place was.