[If asked, he'd argue that anxiety encompassed even the pleasant excitement of being actively remembered. He isn't though, so instead Silver just ensures he has all his identification and keys.
luckily for Malleus, Silver has no intention of dawdling. He's down the stairs in less than three minutes, checking his watch as he turns to lock the door. The others are still home, and the bodyguard mentally sets a reminder to text Lilia, at least, that he's taken Malleus out for a party.]
... here.
[faint exasperation colors his voice as the smaller man approaches the car door, unlocking it and pulling the latch. Holding the door wide, he bows his head politely and gestures to the seat, waiting for his charge to climb in before closing the door.
His own costume is laid out gently on the driver's side back seat, and then he's climbing in.]
Alright. Once our seatbelts are on, we'll be off.
[notably, he does not offer help - Malleus may not understand the whys and hows of the door handle, but he's dealt with seatbelts plenty, surely. Slim fingers lift to adjust the rearview, and Silver glances over once, considering saying something. Evidently, he decides against it, simply shaking his head and smiling wryly before turning the key in the ignition.
Wordlessly, they're off to the party, though Silver is happy to make small talk as they go. It'll help keep him awake... probably.]
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luckily for Malleus, Silver has no intention of dawdling. He's down the stairs in less than three minutes, checking his watch as he turns to lock the door. The others are still home, and the bodyguard mentally sets a reminder to text Lilia, at least, that he's taken Malleus out for a party.]
... here.
[faint exasperation colors his voice as the smaller man approaches the car door, unlocking it and pulling the latch. Holding the door wide, he bows his head politely and gestures to the seat, waiting for his charge to climb in before closing the door.
His own costume is laid out gently on the driver's side back seat, and then he's climbing in.]
Alright. Once our seatbelts are on, we'll be off.
[notably, he does not offer help - Malleus may not understand the whys and hows of the door handle, but he's dealt with seatbelts plenty, surely. Slim fingers lift to adjust the rearview, and Silver glances over once, considering saying something. Evidently, he decides against it, simply shaking his head and smiling wryly before turning the key in the ignition.
Wordlessly, they're off to the party, though Silver is happy to make small talk as they go. It'll help keep him awake... probably.]