He lets out a soft chuckle. His hand sweeps through her hair. The Haruspex wants her words to be true. So badly.

Artemy isn't true if they are, though. Would he have been enough? Maybe him, Daniil, and Clara together?

Honestly. Who even knows. It's too late. He'll never know if he was enough. And isn't that the worst part of it all. What matters is that he's here, now, and his good friend Fever is trying his best to help.

And that means something to him. It does, truly. He's been here so short a time yet made so many friends. Somehow this little town has been the first place that he's ever lived where he's been almost entirely accepted without reservations.

"Thank you." He manages. He saves his reservations for himself. They don't need to be aired. Not tonight.

He lets go of Fever, taking a step back, but keeping close, "Did you make plans after this evening?"