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Hyperion Montgomery (hyperioniam) wrote in vrrpg,

Hyperion's heart was breaking--yes, he'd found his father, stumbled on him, really, but it was certainly bittersweet since the man couldn't remember him. It made sense--it was likely the only thing that would have kept his father from coming back to them, from protecting his family during the war. And his mum--his da had loved his mum completely--there was no way he'd have willingly left her. The thought made him glance at Andrew's mum, blinking in surprise as he took in how uncanny her resemblance to his own mum was--they could easily be sisters--and he couldn't help the soft snort of laughter at that thought, even as it brought another pang of sadness to him. His father was married with a young daughter; that made him think that his mum would never have him back. What a mess, he thought with a sigh.

"It's on me," Hyperion insisted. "I'm the one that spilled the food, and I'd like to do it." He glanced at Andrew apologetically, remembering for the first time since he'd heard his da's voice that it was his birthday. There was nothing he could do about that now, though--it wasn't like he could put the genie back in the bottle, and it wasn't even remotely possibly for him to pretend that he hadn't just discovered his father after over a dozen years of him being missing.

Andrew nodded at Hyperion, a simple, silent acknowledgment of that unspoken apology as he came around the kitchen to bring the bottle of whiskey on a tray with tumblers into the living room. He had a few vials of sober up if anyone needed them, and he knew he'd be drinking one before they all left so that he wasn't impaired while taking care of Evie on his own. "Phoebe, would you like to take Evie to go play in her room?" he asked his little sister, who looked very confused at everything going on. She nodded, though, wiggling down from her mum's hip and going over to where ZJ stood holding Evie, though she seemed too shy to say anything and instead held her hands out for her niece.

There were enough seats in the living room for the five adults to sit comfortably, and once everyone was settled, Andrew ducked back into the kitchen to find the takeaway menus, choosing one of his favorite Thai restaurants. Pulling out his phone, he put in a rather large, varied order, wanting to make sure there were plenty of options so that his sisters--one pregnant and presumably having strange cravings and the other young and somewhat particular--would be sure to find something they would like. "Cash or card?" he asked Hyperion, not about to turn down his offer to pay for this dinner.

"Cash," Hyperion replied. He almost always had a good chunk of muggle money on him, something the man sitting so close to him on the other couch had taught him. He couldn't stop looking at him, and he couldn't stop smiling. He didn't want to. When Zahara came and sat with him, though, he jolted, remembering that she was there. "Oh! Da, this is my--" wife "--fiance, Zahara," he introduced her proudly.