Threatening. Like you threaten me with coffee and chocolate?
[ His attempt at incredulous offense is ruined by laughter of his own, which tapers off slowly. In its wake he’s quiet for a stretch, smiling at the ceiling and clearly thinking, while he lets it sink in: they left him, and they shouldn’t have, but he’s going to find them, and even if it turns out that he can’t he’ll still have Byerly, who’s as much Bastien’s as Bastien is his, who wants to be Uncle Byerly, and they’ll have Whiskey, and that’s not a bad family at all. That’s a great one.
When he feels a little more settled, he reaches an arm out from where he’s lying to grasp around for one last piece of bread. ]
Nadine has children?
[ Byerly mentioned them—but only in the context of fear, of thinking she might not let him ever be alone with them. Maybe they were only hypothetical children. ]
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[ His attempt at incredulous offense is ruined by laughter of his own, which tapers off slowly. In its wake he’s quiet for a stretch, smiling at the ceiling and clearly thinking, while he lets it sink in: they left him, and they shouldn’t have, but he’s going to find them, and even if it turns out that he can’t he’ll still have Byerly, who’s as much Bastien’s as Bastien is his, who wants to be Uncle Byerly, and they’ll have Whiskey, and that’s not a bad family at all. That’s a great one.
When he feels a little more settled, he reaches an arm out from where he’s lying to grasp around for one last piece of bread. ]
Nadine has children?
[ Byerly mentioned them—but only in the context of fear, of thinking she might not let him ever be alone with them. Maybe they were only hypothetical children. ]