“Alfred,” Evander groaned through gritted teeth, frowning the moment he realised his brother was mocking him, which was having already written down the whole word and thus ruined his attempt at neat notes and a labelled diagram. “I am trying here.” He was here and taking this seriously and trying to learn and Alfred was what, more preoccupied with making a fool of him than being gracious about this? Was it too much to ask that he just helped him?
And there would be a test on this, the test being the rest of his life. Merlin, and if they hadn’t even left the dock and they were having problems, apparently Evander was going to fail it. “Watch out if the boom swings,” he parroted from his notes, trying to prove that they were going to serve him well. (And even if they weren’t, seeing the details of a very unfamiliar, horrifying thing in the familiar strokes of his own handwriting was one of the few comforts Evander had ever found in the world.)
He put his hands out in exasperation. “Can you perhaps not make fun of me for - I don’t know, an hour?” They were not children any more, however they usually got along.
And there would be a test on this, the test being the rest of his life. Merlin, and if they hadn’t even left the dock and they were having problems, apparently Evander was going to fail it. “Watch out if the boom swings,” he parroted from his notes, trying to prove that they were going to serve him well. (And even if they weren’t, seeing the details of a very unfamiliar, horrifying thing in the familiar strokes of his own handwriting was one of the few comforts Evander had ever found in the world.)
He put his hands out in exasperation. “Can you perhaps not make fun of me for - I don’t know, an hour?” They were not children any more, however they usually got along.
