Narcissus went to the refrigerator, turning around to see what she wanted. "I've got grape juice." He said, pushing various containers around in the fridge before pulling out a jug of grape juice and pouring her a cup. He went to the table, his coffee in one hand and her grape juice in another. "Tell me what you think of that." He nodded toward the english muffins on her place mat. "It's the first time I've made it. Peanut butter and apples."
He stared out the window while sipping on his coffee for a moment. There was no definitive way to begin this conversation. "Look..." He leaned forward, reaching a hand forward to graze hers. "I only want what's best for our son. For Bastian."