Rhys rubbed the side of his face, the beginnings of a migraine starting to form. His brother wanted him to write up legal documentation so that his estranged wife could have rights to a child that wasn't even legally hers? So then, when she decided that Hamilton Nott was no longer a parent, a notorious follower of the Dark Lord, she could go ahead and---
"Holly doesn't have any rights to Theodore," Rhys snapped, honestly unable to entertain this ludicrous idea of his brother's any further. And even if it was possible, Rhys certainly was not going to have one hand in making it possible anyway. "She's not his mother. Cordelia is his mother, and will be forever be his other mother because she didn't relinquish any parental rights before her death."
Whether he meant to or not, when his hand fell from his temple, it heavily slammed onto the table before him.
"She had no legal claim to him! There are no rights to give her." Rhys glared harshly at his brother, suddenly very much feeling frustrated and exhausted. What time was it? He needed to separate himself from his brother soon or else he would hex him into next week.
Letting out a rough huff, Rhys took a few moments to breath deeply. Recollecting himself barely, he turned his thoughts to getting Evan to bed and recollecting his belongings.
"Even if there was something I could do," Rhys began, his cool tone returning. He did not look at Theo as he spoke, only looking up once he was ready to depart the room. "I wouldn't help you make a fucking dumb move like that anyway."
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