Alex sighed, absently raking a hand through his dark hair. He didn't want this so-called excuse of a father coming in and confusing Levon. Course, he didn't want a lot of things that involved Micah. He glanced over at his father, who had been relatively quiet so far.
"You haven't said much," he remarked dryly, with a humorless laugh. "Am I the only one who is this close to making a satisfying mess of pretty-boy's face?"