Luag turned his hand over to thread his fingers through Nate's and squeezed his hand reassuringly, although he wasn't sure who he was really reassuring. "Ah'd forgotten how much..." he breathed out. "Ah think it might be easier on Maw if Ah dinnae look like him."
He turned a few pages, looking at each of the pictures. The duo of pictures, one with his Da and one with his Maw standing on Platform 9 3/4 to try and send off Lorna for her first year while trying to control their three young daughters and not even a year old son. The holidays, especially Yule, which was a mix with his birthday. It was obvious to see when times got busy as there would suddenly be a jump in his and his sister's ages. He puffed out a sigh as he hugged Nate's shoulders.
"He's likely turnin' over in his grave if he knows anythin' 'bout this... He'd never approve."