"You know me. I have a tendency to get mushy about things." Cedric's caught onto that by now. Sometimes it's just fun to be sentimental and caring. He slips his arm on through, pleased at how close their hands end up. Maybe they can bridge the gap and pretend they're definitely not doing it.

"Except for my food. I won't be serving mushy porridge in this house. You can count on that."

He hears soft mewling in the distance. Oh goody, the cats must be off making trouble somewhere. Somehow, he doesn't care. He's far more enamored with the man beside him. "So...I think we're both free tomorrow. Obviously we'll do errands ourselves, but where do we walk first?"

He's fixated on the walking idea. It's so...nice.