"We are, David is going to school, and taking art lessons. " He nods tucking his hands into his pockets as he leads them to the sitting room where the tree is set up a few packages under it the same room that has some of David's art work tact to the wall and the small desk he uses for drawing.
"I... I am doing what I have always done and shall continue to do." He says ignoring the pang in his chest, he missed Abe, he missed the man in his bed. But he was old enough to hide any of that very skillfully.
He pours him self a glass of blood from a container on a high shelf and sips it slowly.
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"I... I am doing what I have always done and shall continue to do." He says ignoring the pang in his chest, he missed Abe, he missed the man in his bed. But he was old enough to hide any of that very skillfully.
He pours him self a glass of blood from a container on a high shelf and sips it slowly.