[That's-- not what he expected her to say. That's something that's nearly a joke, sort of, and he looks over at her, momentarily wrong-footed.
It's enough that she can grab hold of his wrist, anyways--and even if he hadn't been distracted by that comment, she still would have been able to, because she's quick and also, yes, Merlin, but she's stronger than she looks. Sirius really has no choice but to go along with her, stumbling just a little over his own feet. His knees feel weirdly weak after that burst of anger, like it took something extra out of him.
So, fine. He follows after her, staring at the floor, since she's guiding him along anyways.]
What for, then.
[Why the gym, is the real question, but also: why are you doing this. There's a weird closeness that he feels to her, if he remembers to drop his stupid pigtail-pulling act. It's all leftover from the three hours of handholding, probably, from that exchange, but he doesn't know what to do with it--and here it is, again.]
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It's enough that she can grab hold of his wrist, anyways--and even if he hadn't been distracted by that comment, she still would have been able to, because she's quick and also, yes, Merlin, but she's stronger than she looks. Sirius really has no choice but to go along with her, stumbling just a little over his own feet. His knees feel weirdly weak after that burst of anger, like it took something extra out of him.
So, fine. He follows after her, staring at the floor, since she's guiding him along anyways.]
What for, then.
[Why the gym, is the real question, but also: why are you doing this. There's a weird closeness that he feels to her, if he remembers to drop his stupid pigtail-pulling act. It's all leftover from the three hours of handholding, probably, from that exchange, but he doesn't know what to do with it--and here it is, again.]