Rhys pulled back his mouth to withhold a pressed look. Yes, he was still here, and probably would continue to be here for significantly longer considering the state his brother continued to be in. His eyes dragged down to the floor after briefly flitting around the room, regarding in the scene before him with a general distaste.
Something needed to change. Rhys had never quite seen his brother like this, seemingly paralyzed against taking any form of action concerning a situation of his life. And concerning it was all over such a sensitive subject Rhys had begun to wonder...
He immediately shook off the thought. No, this was his brother's mess to deal with, he would intercede no more than he already had. Holly was a sensible witch, she would not burst a delicate bubble such as this one.
Bending down to take his son out of his arms and onto the ground (his separation from his sister had apparently made it impossible for him to walk anywhere at all Papa), Rhys stood back up straight quickly. "Go play with your cousin, Evan," he waved idly at the toys on the ground and his nephew as he spoke. Not needing much more of an order, Evan marched over to his cousin and promptly began making french dragon noises.
"No," Rhys finally responded to Theo, watching his son and godson for a moment before turning his full attention to his brother. "I'm still waiting for you to return to your senses or disprove my great lack of faith that you won't do anything stupid, so until that happens stay we shall."
His brows rose as he spoke, and Rhys crossed his arms over his chest.
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