Triton looked out the window his father was currently looking out of. He himself had always lived by the water. He’d made an exception when he’d moved to New York, choosing to try something a little different, thinking it was going to be temporary. It had turned out not to be, and he was still farther away from the water than he’d ever been. He could appreciate living here, could feel the appeal. He understood.
Then there was his father building his own home. “That sounds wonderful. It’s true that anything else wouldn’t be the same. I’d really like to see what you have planned for that.” He smiled slightly. “I do have a general idea of what you’re going to use to do it, of course.” Being billed for the supplies had been a surprise, but once he’d found out what - who - it was for, Triton had taken care of it. Gladly. “If there’s anything else you need, get it. And if you need any help, I’m here for that too.”
Looking away from the window, Triton’s gaze rested on his father. Seeing him again was wonderful, but seeing him not quite himself……was difficult in ways he hadn’t anticipated. He’d always thought of his father as being better than his uncles…..and he knew how they were doing these days. He pushed aside the thought and looked around the room. “What have you and Ares been doing?”