Graham hadn't known what to expect. He knew Lindley didn't like what he was doing but he also didn't know how to get her to trust him, believe him when he said everything would be fine. He'd meant what he'd said - no one got to make up his mind for him. That's how it had always been, much to the chagrin of their parents, and that wasn't going to change because of Astoria or someone else.
When he got a parcel from her, he assumed it was something for his birthday - and it was but not the way he expected. Considering he lived most of his life in jeans and t-shirts that were well worn, everything she'd sent was not his normal attire. The shirt, especially, was out of his wheelhouse. But he wore it all, even the shirt, because they were from her and she'd told him too, and that was the type of brother he was.
The park was nice, and he settled in the hammock as he waited for whatever was going to happen. A picnic, clearly, but he had no idea who else, if anyone, was coming. It was peaceful, nice, and he thought he might even be able to take a nap if he was there for long. A familiar voice broke through the quiet and he lifted his head up to glance out in the direction it came from.
"Hi," he said, carefully sitting up as to not turn the hammock over, dropping his feet to the ground to stand up. "Thank you... you look nice."