Louis fiddled with the easter bouquet in his hands, two nearly-identical baskets bobbing in the air behind him. His holiday had been quiet, not bad, but sullen. Augustus was home for the spring holiday, so his sister had planned an extravagant easter egg hunt in her yard which exhausted him and his nephew. Who planted eggs in places where a broomstick was required?
While Augie separated his winnings (it was important, the order in which candies were eaten), Louis and Therese sat on her porch and enjoyed adult drinks. It was easy enough for his sister to pick up on his mood (the fact that neither Adian nor Nicola were present helped), and soon he'd spilled nearly that which had been eating at him for two weeks. Sometimes he forgot that his sister talked to people as a career, that she got them to talk to her; sometimes he forgot that she was one of very few people who knew everything there was to know about him.
It's what brought him to Nicola's doorstep, tonight. Louis knew that if he...if he wanted...he had to...
The door opened and Louis lost any train of thought he had.
"Happy Easter," he said to Nicola, not presenting the flowers just yet, as he wasn't sure if they'd be received.