Armaan glanced back at her, helping herself to more pizza even though she said she couldn't. He felt so mixed up inside, and honestly he just wanted to get drunk and fall asleep. Was this how parents felt all the time? God.
He flicked the kettle on and pottered around making some chai. He could make it from scratch, but he was feeling lazy so he used teabags, chucking them into a pot. When everything was ready, he carried it over to the table and set it down, before collapsing back on the sofa.
"So you'll set up a meeting?" he asked. "And I promise not to tell embarrassing stories about tiny Arya?"