Albus felt his jaw clench, and took a moment to calm himself down. This wasn't anything new. He'd heard all his life that the stutter was just for attention, that he was faking it, that he did it to piss people off, piss his father off, be special in some way. As if he liked this. As if he wanted to be this way. As if it didn't make his life worse, or make him sound like an idiot, and add fuel to the many many reasons his parents and grandparents were dissapointed in him.
"Well. I'm, I'm glad you're, you're, you're doing well." Fuck. "Did, did you want something?"