Trafalgar had barely stepped out after changing when he found Bartholomew waiting nearby, books held close against his chest as if he had been standing there long enough to start wondering whether he should leave and come back later. The moment he noticed him, Bartholomew straightened so abruptly that his glasses nearly slipped down his nose, and he had to catch them with one hand before they fell properly.
Trafalgar stopped in front of him, faint amusement passing through his face. "Were you waiting for me, Barth?"
Bartholomew blinked at him, caught a little off guard by how direct the question was. "Y-yes… I thought we could go together." His voice dipped at the end, shy in the way it always did when he was not talking about history or books. "If you wanted to, I mean."
"Good," Trafalgar said, already starting to walk. "Let's go."
