Re: Jefferson/Grace/Oliver
Fighting back another barking laugh, Oliver managed to get by with a wheeze. Though his gaze remained on Grace it was impossible to miss Jefferson, who's skin looked nearly as red as Percy's hair.
'I'll tell you what, Grace,' Oliver said, leaning on his crutch more so he could get his face level with the little girl. 'You can call me Uncle Oli regardless, if you fancy. Donnae have to be related to be family, alright? Family's here,' he explained, tapping the center of her chest with a single, careful finger. 'Do you understand?'