Guilian's struggle with the darkness was something he was slowly coming to terms with. His lessons with Rabastan Lestrange had been progressing. But Rabastan had been called away, and now he was on his own.
He had been successful so far in keeping the dark magic from overtaking him, but now that he was on his own, he wasn't totally sure he could do it. He was trying to get some more normalcy in his life, but he just didn't feel ready to return home yet. Not until he'd defeated this.
The drink was only sharp enough to drown the ghastly taste of guilt from his mouth. Hearing his name in a far too familiar voice, he looked up into the disappointed eyes. The one person he really didn't need to see right now, and the one man he really had been avoiding.
"Father," he replied, his voice hoarse as a lump came to his throat. The guilt was obviously written all over his face. He wasn't surprised when Don sat down before him.
He shrugged at the mention of owls, remembering the owl he'd torn up from his brother, and realising that he'd forgotten his brother's birthday. "i was working." He said no more, snapping his fingers at the waiter and ordering another drink for himself, and one for his father.