Theo watched Greg take a seat emotionlessly and then turned to srop ice cubes into the glass until it was two thirds full, pouring a small measure of alcohol into the glass and topping it up with water before handing it to Greg, taking a seat without taking a drink. He looked, in contrast to Greg, less comfortable than a man in an Iron Maiden.
"My father is in his study." he replied, almost monotone. That collar that Theo had felt tightening around his neck since his 'father' had been 'released' had snapped tight the second he'd walked in through the doors and it appeared to have crushed the life from him entirely.