Ariv: Ariv sighed before closing his eyes. "I hope you at least like the view," Ariv spoke quietly. "We can go whenever you like. It was just nice to come here again."

George: "I'm... assuming you?" George whispered quietly while trying to shift away from his grip awkwardly while his face grew bright red.

Alastor: he sat like this for a moment, not saying anything. Then he got fed up with himself and muttered curses turning around and getting up he stumbled over to Ariv but face planted before he got to him. He was going to receive his hug. He whined and complained throwing a little temper tantrum.

Ariv: "Oh! Alastor!" Ariv chuckled, quickly going over to Alastor to help him stand. "Be careful! The ground is quite slick. Are you hurt? Do you need anything?"

George: George squirmed nervously yet again, growing more and more embarrassed. "Are you done teasing me yet...?"

Alastor: he sniffled wrapping his arms around Ariv as tight as he possibly could. He was acting like a child and he hated it. Although everything hurt at the moment and he felt as though he just broke one of stitches.