"No, it didn't and it still doesn't." Ami agreed softly, "I honestly don't think he could be like his mother if he tried." He said, chuckling ruefully a happy smile playing on his lips. "But, I couldn't see that until he left. Telling me he'd be back. Swearing that he would."
Ami blinked and raised his head when he heard a crash and the twang of metal falling along with a string of cursing from his son. He laughed and after a few moments his son came into the room, balancing a tray of glasses and iced tea in the palm of one hand.
Aviel was shirtless, his chest covered in sticky tea and with the free hand he was trying to dry his chest and pants with the now soaked tank. He sighed and put the tray gently on the table and rolled his eyes, laughing lightly, "Had a bit of an accident..."