"Oh, but who knows, the travelling artist life," Sean continues with a small smile hidden behind his beer bottle. "Might leave right away, isn't that so?"

His eyes are full of mirth, merry crowfeet dancing around them. Damian and Arie, right...

He's always thought those two would end up together, eventually when Arie got the worst of the travel lust out of his system and Damian would grow a bit of spine of steel to put his foot on the little spitfire and reel him back home.

But he also thought he and Ulysse would be married by age twenty five and just the thought of it makes him laugh now.

"Do you need a ride?" he asks from Damian instead.