Alfred was squirming. Evander thought this was rather immature behaviour, when he wasn’t a child and wasn’t even in trouble, when all they were supposed to be doing was having a simple grown up conversation. Hard for him, of course. Evander resisted the urge to tsk aloud.
He did not resist the urge to raise an impatient, unconvinced eyebrow, though. “You do know your normal isn’t normal, though,” he pointed out. Nothing about Alfred’s life spelled conventional, even now that he had supposedly settled down. “Are you coping?”
He did not resist the urge to raise an impatient, unconvinced eyebrow, though. “You do know your normal isn’t normal, though,” he pointed out. Nothing about Alfred’s life spelled conventional, even now that he had supposedly settled down. “Are you coping?”
