Lachlan's hands raised in a show of surrender and he slowly rose from the chair he had sunk into. "Look, I- I'll just go. I interrupted you, you guys were having some time alone and I-" Lachlan fell silent when he felt his Uncle's hand on his shoulder.
"Come on, son," Stephen urged, his voice still gentle and calm. Goddammit he was always so calm. "It's going to be alright," he soothed, and Lachlan barely even noticed Stephen's other hand slipping into his coat pockets one after the other. He pulled out the contents of the left one and opened his hand to reveal the small bag of what was very obviously heroin.
Lachlan froze then, his heart in his chest as Stephen watched him, silently waiting for an explanation. But what possible explanation could he give?! "It's- It wasn't- I didn't use it!"