[For all that Kit and his foster father had in common, neither of them found it particularly easy to talk to the other. Perhaps that was why when words finally were exchanged between them, they both knew they were sincere, chosen carefully even if they were sometimes spoken a little clumsily.
Rey cared as much as Aria. He wasn't as skilled at conveying his feelings, his closest confidants aside from his wife being the books he oversaw at the college, but his feelings ran deep. Nothing less could have ever attracted to his side a woman who wore her heart on her sleeve the way his wife did.
Which meant that for once Kit was obliged to listen to him the way he listened to his foster mother. The pair of them had enough to worry about with her staying overnight at the hospital. They didn't need to be concerned for his safety, too. And, knowing Aria, she would insist that Rey called the landline to make certain both boys were there at some point. Because at least one of them knew how to proper parent.
Taking a sip of his coffee, Kit glanced sidelong at Vincent as his father disappeared behind him. And then he froze. He hadn't noticed at first, not with the way Vincent's back had been to him when they'd been standing so near to his mother, but the other boy's collar was exposed now, that bite mark...
Had she seen it?!
He swallowed his mouthful of coffee hard and cleared his throat.]
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Rey cared as much as Aria. He wasn't as skilled at conveying his feelings, his closest confidants aside from his wife being the books he oversaw at the college, but his feelings ran deep. Nothing less could have ever attracted to his side a woman who wore her heart on her sleeve the way his wife did.
Which meant that for once Kit was obliged to listen to him the way he listened to his foster mother. The pair of them had enough to worry about with her staying overnight at the hospital. They didn't need to be concerned for his safety, too. And, knowing Aria, she would insist that Rey called the landline to make certain both boys were there at some point. Because at least one of them knew how to proper parent.
Taking a sip of his coffee, Kit glanced sidelong at Vincent as his father disappeared behind him. And then he froze. He hadn't noticed at first, not with the way Vincent's back had been to him when they'd been standing so near to his mother, but the other boy's collar was exposed now, that bite mark...
Had she seen it?!
He swallowed his mouthful of coffee hard and cleared his throat.]
So...what did she want to talk with you about?