Bran cawed from the roof, two bursts of noise to declare itself.
It stays.
Eric looked up at the roof, shooting a glare at the bird though he couldn't see it, before returning his attention to Macklyn. "I guess I'm out voted." He wasn't happy about the decision at all.
He turned and moved around Macklyn, and stepped out of the kitchen, in to the living room. He needed distance from the pair of them. Letting that go wasn't going to be easy but he would manage it. He always managed to bury it deep inside some place.