Gus was quick to slip into the room after Gianna, and he'd been about to introduce her to his dad -- their dad -- but she was already two steps ahead. Even though it was his apartment, Gianna was playing hostess. Gus wondered how much of the hostess act was nervous energy being directed elsewhere.
"Well, Gus tries to keep me locked up most of the time," Tony said, eyeing the treats on the plate. "I'm surprised he doesn't tell people that I'm dead." Gus flinched. His dad was talking about himself like he was some old dog that had been sent out to the country to chase bunnies all day.
"Not like you'd ever let me forget that you're still very much alive and kicking, Dad," he said. Gus didn't stop to sit down in the living room. He knew the coffee would be done soon, so he'd tend to that. "Even though he lives at Greenview, he shows up at the shop at least once a week. They don't keep a very good eye on him there."
"Oh, they try alright," Tony said.
"Dad's a bit of an escape artist," Gus explained, crossing the threshold into the kitchen. He pulled down three coffee mugs from the cupboard.
"You would be too if you were in that place. Why do they call it 'Greenview' if there's not a green thing about the view? There's not much grass, or trees." Gus rolled his eyes as his dad started in on that schpiel again, and poured the coffee to taste.