AJ looked close to rolling his eyes and trying to do whatever it took not to do so. He might be able to diagnose a lot of things from a distance, but he couldn't tell what exactly was wrong with his sister other than his wife hugging her. Restraint was not usually his forte. Really of all the terrible things that she could have had wrong, and that was it? It was something that actually had more solutions than cancer, a pancreas that just enjoyed fucking with you, or IBS. He just sighed and headed back to the kitchen with Mikey. There had to be something in there that he could do to keep out of the way since he was more likely to just give another snarky retort. Mari was far better at being the sympathetic ear and give hugs even when you didn't want them. Swaffords were not a touchy, feely, huggy family.
"What's wrong with Aunt Mallorie?" He was slightly more interested in what was going on in the other room than watching dad try to keep an eye on dinner. Then nobody around here told him anything good.
"She's disappointed because she can't have any kids of her own." Though perhaps after a while he would actually know why.
"I thought you said she was a heartless witch who would rather eat kids than look at them..."
"I..." AJ just looked down at his son, pretty sure he wasn't supposed to have been around when he said anything of the sort. There wasn't really much he could do about it now. "Don't you repeat that in front of your mother or your aunt. Got it?"