Re: sushi-time: adrian, patrick, lou
Blood didn't mean terribly much to Adrian. He had spent most of his childhood with an adoptive family, so there was sense in that. Family in the abstract meant much more, and had come to mean a great deal to him. Patrick was his brother, regardless of the fact that they didn't share a mother and hadn't seen each other in twenty years before Adrian came back to town. The same rules of family covered Lou, too. It meant something. It meant he still felt bad for driving Connie out of town, even if he didn't feel bad about what he'd said.
He plucked up a roll between his chopsticks. "I don't think he does," he said. "I mean, if he does, it seems stupid to give out his real name. And I don't have anything to lose with the government. If the magical community knew what I was and where I lived, that's a problem. My employers already know about me." He shook his head, sobering. "They haven't locked me up yet. I think they like keeping a pet magician who is an accomplished enough scientist to subject himself to experiments. As long as I don't blow up the facility, I'm a known quantity they don't worry about. I can approach him with minimal risk."