Octavius felt his smile drop briefly. "Really?" He blinked, feeling slightly taken aback. Try as he might, Octavius couldn't really recall the last time Nora had told him she was dating someone. Certainly not since she'd come back to Britain, but that was fine.
Because why shouldn't she be in a relationship? Really, he'd been in one—until recently—so it wasn't some rare occurrence to find another person—a friend person—in one, too. And, well, he'd just gotten out of one, so of course it made sense that someone else would be getting into one. That was… osmosis. Balance. Some sort of relationship karmic balance, naturally. It made perfect sense.
So what if it made him want to grind his teeth rather viciously?
No, Octavius decided, being broken up with (or doing the breaking up with, he still wasn't entirely sure when or how or in what way that had come to pass, only that it had) simply turned one into a bitter cynic who found the belief other people could have happiness preposterous . He pasted his smile back on and said, "Well, that's brilliant!"
Drumming his fingers on the album under his arm, to remind himself how good a friend Nora was and how happy he was that she was happy, he looked over his shoulder to scan the crowd. Turning back, he asked, "Is he—is he here tonight? I'd love to meet him."
Like he wanted his tooth yanked out.
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