05-29-2020, 12:28 PM
Raffe took a seat. The kitchen was frankly amazing, and he stared a little, though more in open interest at the way another man might live than in anything approaching awe or jealousy. “Tea is fine if that’s what you’re doing. You don’t need to go to any extra trouble on my account.” He smiled and watched a little longer, until the outpour of concern made his chest tighten with its raw emotion. They really cared, and the bonds of family -- especially one chosen -- was a treasure Raffe was prepared to protect. He knew why Nox stayed away, but neither Christian or Ana deserved the silence.
“He’s living with me, you don’t have to worry about him ending up on the street. We work together. My boss will look out for him; she’s hard as nails, but when you get past the bad language and frankly terrifying glares you’ll find the heart of an angel. I wouldn’t let anything happen to him either, though I’m not. I mean I can’t do what he does. I can’t protect him that way.” He rubbed the back of his neck. It wasn’t his place to spill Nox’s secrets, or speak for him, but he couldn’t leave Christian with so small a morsel as he’s alright. “I think he’s happy. I hope he’s happy. I am.” The way his grin flickered, not quite within the realm of control, probably spoke as much. Their conversation on the bench still warmed in his chest.
“He’s living with me, you don’t have to worry about him ending up on the street. We work together. My boss will look out for him; she’s hard as nails, but when you get past the bad language and frankly terrifying glares you’ll find the heart of an angel. I wouldn’t let anything happen to him either, though I’m not. I mean I can’t do what he does. I can’t protect him that way.” He rubbed the back of his neck. It wasn’t his place to spill Nox’s secrets, or speak for him, but he couldn’t leave Christian with so small a morsel as he’s alright. “I think he’s happy. I hope he’s happy. I am.” The way his grin flickered, not quite within the realm of control, probably spoke as much. Their conversation on the bench still warmed in his chest.