Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"What, 'cos we were so close before that?" He'd lost pretty much any remaining connection with his parents years before he left for Egypt. Lucia was the only thing that really kept him coming round and even that was a tenuous, barely there link. He'd only owled his little sister a handful of times in the years he'd be gone and that alone had made them the closest they'd been since childhood. "Couldn't really come back then, could I?" He pointed out, amazed at how far he had to break things down for her sometimes. "What with the being on the run and 'iding out in Africa?"