David had completely forgotten Patrick was coming. He looked up in surprise as the man came in with his usual boisterous energy, and he couldn't help but laugh a little at the absurdity.
"Apologies, this is my brother Patrick, the one I was expecting," he said, getting up to relieve him of the shopping bags.
Iestyn glanced at Aderyn, mouthing, "Brother?" to her, then frowning as the name rung a bell and he whipped around again to stare at the Irishman for a moment, then back at Aderyn to whisper, "do you think he could be, like, Saint Patrick?"