The flying was liberating. He did it whenever things were getting too much. Whenever the house got too crowded or was not crowded enough. Whenever he wanted to be alone with his thoughts or escape them. He was just about to turn around and fly back when he saw people down in the woods. It was a familiar spot as well. Plans got changed and instead of turning the other way, he landed in front of the cottage and turned back.
"Hey," he said and knocked on the door. Malcolm's Scottish accent sounded from the empty rooms. "Are you trying to corrupt her?" he teased, nodding his head towards Darcy - or was it Max?