The leather of his jacket creaked softly as he shoved his hands in the pockets, an inconsequential action that would certainly come off incredibly disrespectful to the Slythe matriarch. “Someone must have said something at some point. I can’t quite remember. I’m just glad we made it on time. Remy would have been really upset if we missed her own parent’s memorial.” He put extra emphasis on the last few words and someone in one of the corners coughed out a quiet laugh.
