"Hiding," William answered, because it had gone beyond casual avoidance now and was definitely into more creative evasion territory. He felt slightly silly sitting on the floor with Gabe there, though, so he slid up onto one side of the polished piano bench and gestured for Gabe to take the other if he liked. All eighteen inches or so of it. "You were at dinner on Thursday and you really need to ask that question?"
He fished around on the floor and came up with the china pot, still steaming away warmly in its flowered cosy. "Tea?"