Ian smirked as he set the pot to simmer. "I know you can feed yourself. Doesn't mean you do, bony butt." He reached over with one hand to ruffle her hair.
Lorcan... the name was mildly familiar. While part of Ian was only teasing- after all, it wasn't like he didn't want Lu happy!- there was a little part of him that wanted to stand by Lucia's door and threaten any new men with a beater's bat. "So, what's he like, then, this new bloke?"
When Lu's voice started faltering, Gideon could feel his stomach drop. Whether it was about the money or her dad, it was bound to be bad. It was. "Oh," he said, his voice small. "Oh." He stepped into Lu's space and put his hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry. Is he...?"