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Corentin smiled at them both and then looked back at Amias who had of course stepped away from the kitchen. "Thank you, Dreya, this is sweet," He told her with a smile. "You are, but that's by design," he told him. "Drink?" he said, as he brought them inside and then closed the door and then...

Corentin glanced at his son as he walked back into the room and smiled at him gently. He shook his head. "Nah, you're all good, they'll be here any moment, so just watch everything here for a moment while I go get it?" he instructed him and as if on cue he heard the knock at the door. He moved...

It felt like everytime he blinked, his son would get older and older. He was becoming more and more like him, though he looked like his mother. Corentin hadn't shied away from telling him about his mother, but it was made more complicated when his son asked about things with Dreya, who'd now...

Corentin gave a little shrug, though she didn't really see it, with her face hidden in his neck. "Well, I'l glad I could invite you out," he told her with a warmth in his tone. "How about you sleep a little more?" he suggested.

Corentin let her lean in, let her be close to him and he gave a little smile, the feeling was nice. Having her be so close to him. She seemed, in his mind, to fit exactly next to him, where he remembered his late wife, never. "It was nice, it's nice to get out," he said in agreement.

Corentin was nodding as she asked to snuggle with him, before she seemed to immediately dismiss it. "Give me a second to answer, Dreya," he said his voice lightly teasing as he reached up to draw her back. "My brother has my son, and I'm sure can manage a little more without me," he said softly...

Corentin gave a little smile as she sipped the water. "I have hangover cure, if you'd rather that?" he asked, sure that if she was feeling a bit rough she would enjoy being able to take something which would in very short time, solve the issues she was having.

Corentin hummed slightly at the touch and the voice. He opened his eyes blearily, and looked around the room for a moment, blinking as the world came into focus. "Don't whisper, it strains your voice more," he said tiredly. He reached over to his side and for his wand, and with the wand...

Corentin had laid awake for only a little longer after she'd gone to sleep and only somewhat stirred hen she started moving. Sleep however held firm to him and other than adjust himself slightly on the bed and giving a soft hum he didn't actual awake or open his eyes. His hold on her tightened...

Corentin gave a little sigh at her words, knowing that her feelings on this were probably pretty valid until he really said otherwise. "You wouldn't be the replacement, and you are good enough," he said softly. He wasn't sure what else to say. "Sleep Dreya, this'll all be easier in the morning,"...

Corentin gave a little smile as she curled into him. He adjusted himself to bring her in closer and then nodded vaguely. "It can be, it's usually a little less chaotic," he said. "I can take you to a club, if you would like, at some point in the future,"

Corentin let her grab his hand, and then he moved to the bed. Moving to a spot next to her, and then letting her get in close if she wanted it, but being a presence next to her. His wife had once, and a couple of times mentioned how handsome he was, though it had been a while. "Famously...

Corentin manoeuvred her as best he could and got her on to his bed. He went to lay her down on her side, and the pull the covers over her. "Sleep Dreya," he said. "I'll just be through the door if you need anything,"

Corentin waited until she had finished speaking and then apparated them to his place. "That sounds like a nice date, when you're sober I'll invite you to do that," he said softly, moving in the house and going towards his bedroom.

Corentin made sure he had a good hold of her and then got back up and began moving again. "That's okay," he assured her. "Next time we can both only have a little," he assured. "Hold on tight and I'll apparate," he warned her.

Corentin watched as she leaned against him. "Do you want a piggy back?" he offered, offering to carry her, while not carrying her in a way that was maybe too close. "It was just beer, you can't hold alcohol, but that's okay, I've got you," he told her. He was keeping her in close and walking...

Corentin nodded. "Of course," the man said. He knew she could easily stay with him, and he could make sure she was okay, since he could tell the alcohol was hitting her pretty hard. "I'll take care of you Dreya," he assured.

Corentin smiled and kept her upright. He nodded, "I don't have a phone, but if you have one, I can call?" he said gently. "But you can always come back to mine?" he offered. "You can sleep on the bed, I'll take the couch, I can keep an eye on you," he offered, knowing it was a bit forward and...

Corentin smiled with ease at her, holding her in close to him, and keeping them moving. "I've got you Dreya," he assured her. "Did you have a good night?" he asked, just wanting to check in with her. Make sure that it hadn't been the worst experience of her life.

Corentin gave a little smile and finished his own drink. he nodded. "Sure, I'll happily walk you home," he assured her. He put his arm out, intending to guide her out of the house and towards a spot where they could apparate to Dreya's home.