“Well,” Philip said loftily, as every sibling snapped in turn like a set of psychotic dominoes (suddenly he almost felt like the calm one here) and Robin reeled off his master plan like he’d been waiting his whole life to give orders, “that all sounds terrific.”
Any opportunity to addle their father did placate him, ever so slightly – but other than that, Philip gave no indication he’d heard anything of the plan. He had, quite frankly, had enough of his siblings for one day, and he wasn’t prepared to just shut up and fall in line after twenty four bloody years of it. “Good luck with living your lives,” he drawled, heading abruptly for the door Robin had so graciously pointed out to him. “Some of us have places to be.”
He hadn’t decided what he was going to do next – but perhaps it would start with a visit to their father’s bedside.
Any opportunity to addle their father did placate him, ever so slightly – but other than that, Philip gave no indication he’d heard anything of the plan. He had, quite frankly, had enough of his siblings for one day, and he wasn’t prepared to just shut up and fall in line after twenty four bloody years of it. “Good luck with living your lives,” he drawled, heading abruptly for the door Robin had so graciously pointed out to him. “Some of us have places to be.”
He hadn’t decided what he was going to do next – but perhaps it would start with a visit to their father’s bedside.
