'Already'? Who told you that?

[He shifts the items that he helps pick up under his arm and one hand, to free his other hand to rest around Wriothesley's waist and keep him close. Maybe it looks a little strange like this, but since Wriothesley's hands were preoccupied, holding hands might be no good. He was going to date him the only way he knows how.]

Why don't we head to the gardens? The artificial air might be good, and the bunnies are nearby.