Re: Melissandre, Peter
"Yeah," he said darkly. "Same here. Family stuff." He scowled. His mother treating him like he was still an infant, trying to lay out his clothes for him, cleaning his room for him, asking him what he did without her during the school yeah. It was bloody humiliating it was.
"I expect yours are actually decent to hang out with then?" he asked. He wondered if maybe she had a sibling to spend time with. He'd always wanted and older brother.