Hale-Ferguson Residence
"So, we need to talk."
Ambrose managed to squeeze in some quiet time with his son, taking him to the backyard. The night sky was dotted with countless twinkling stars, the moon's silver light peaking past clouds.
Orion had a glass of orange juice—which Rose made sure remained that way after the boy joked about being an adult now and wanting just to get a sip of alcohol
That wasn't happening under his roof.
"Yeah," Orion rubbed the back of his head. "I feel like I owe you a huge apology."
Ambrose inclined his head to the boy. The laughter from the others inside was audible from all the way here—Loki saying something about Orion promoting them to favourite uncle.
Trying his best to ignore it, the boy continued. "My older half," he paused. "I… I know he hurt you with the words he told you before taking me away."
Rose's heart skipped a beat from just remembering. "Uhm," he coughed. "There's no need for that, little urchin. I'm—"
