The soothing smell of coffee broke Ian out of his thoughts. "Thanks." He muttered, clinging to the cup as he took a large gulp despite the scalding temperature.
Avery nodded in acknowledgment sitting on a couch opposite Ian. He took in the sight of his half-brother he hadn't seen in weeks— frizzled curls that seemed to have lost their radiant shine, tired blue eyes framed by dark circles, pale skin and bloodless lips— unlike his once radiant self that seemed to outshine everything, Ian looked small, beaten and tired. Cloaked in a dark hoodie, he seemed to be hiding from the world.
"The office looks nice." It was a pathetic start for a conversation, but Ian was grappling for words. He took in the office he had become used to seeing his father in, the one he had once thought he would own in the future.
"I am glad you like it, Callan's interior taste wasn't my style," Avery shrugged lightly, "the new colours make the room more airy and relaxing."
