"Yeah, he rather is, isn't he? He's got a temper and no impulse control, takes every joke too far, but if you can live with that, I reckon you got lucky for a change there." Which felt good. He'd much rather it was that than Sirius running off with some idiot who didn't deserve it. "Look. For now, come here a few days a week. Help me sort the deliveries. Nothing too much, nothing too strenuous, but I could use the help and I can employ you. Pay you a bit."

Better than nothing, he supposed. "And you talk to our scientist and then have the most wonderful life with that beautiful boy over there, for however long you can."

Said boy was apparently returning, based on the increase in sound. "Here's one tip: Embrace the looks. When they stare because you're with the hottest bloke in the room. Don't get insecure. Get cocky. It's what I've had to learn."