Reed put his arm around Ciaran when his brother moved close. He could see that this was turning into a stressful situation, and he didn't want Ciaran going into panic mode. He got that way when he was too excited. "Ci.. why don't you go make some Pop Tarts, okay? I'll work out the rest of the details. You can think about what you want to sculpt next. I'm sure there will be a ton of new scraps at work for you this week." He gave his brother a quick kiss on the temple and sent him away.
When Ciaran was occupied, Reed addressed the art dealer. "First off, how should I address you.. Roger or Eros?" When that was answered, Reed got down to a concern he could see on the other man's face. "Ciaran has autism. People have taken advantage of him in the past because of it. I'm his guardian and have power of attorney. Any business deals go through me. You can talk to him about the art all you want, but when it comes to contracts and anything involving money, I'll handle it." He wasn't an asshole in saying all this, just frank. He needed to make sure there were no misunderstandings.