Victor narrowed his eyes at the ice sculpture Oscar was working on. "You thought I was stuck," he repeated, tone dry. He didn't know if Oscar was lying (or at least stretching the truth) just to try and make him feel guilty, or if this — making ice sculptures in the living room — was actually representative of his family's crisis response mechanisms if something were to happen to him. Oscar had always been a bit hapless, so if it was just him who'd thought something bad had happened then maybe this would have been expected, but if Jasper or his mother had thought he was stuck somewhere would they have left Oscar to his ice sculptures in the parlor?
Victor didn't really have the mental energy to dig into this question, though he wasn't sure the pivot to talking about what had happened between him and Christabel was likely to be any less exhausting. "She saw an opportunity elsewhere," he said with a shrug.
Victor didn't really have the mental energy to dig into this question, though he wasn't sure the pivot to talking about what had happened between him and Christabel was likely to be any less exhausting. "She saw an opportunity elsewhere," he said with a shrug.
Fabulous set by Lady!