thirty-three. He could be calm at times, like when had been teasing his wife on Denver's post. Really, he was content much of the time until something went and stomped all over his feet. Usually this was family or one of Helen's so-called husbands.
And this time, it had been his American family, an unwanted call about his mother ending up in the hospital due to 'stress'. Did his father thing he cared secretly? Deep down inside? Hell, he barely cared about his old man, had lost respect for him. He was no Atreus, not the father who brutally could win respect from people. Who had fed his brother the man's own sons, had taken care of that cheating whore of a wife (no, no, he wouldn't call her Mother). His current father was nothing like Atreus.
And what did his mother have to be stressed about? That woman hadn't stressed for a good reason from the moment he started observing her.
He never made it through the entire call and his father would assume that his second-born son had just hung up on him. In truth, the phone opted to transform into a Magic Eight Ball. Glad to be off the phone, he observed what he'd gotten and then shook it, muttering about whether he'd get any peace in his life.