When: Early April 1983 Where: Freya’s home Who: Brenton && @freyasavery
It was going to be a strange conversation and there really was no getting around that. How was one to tell their sister that all the boys who had lived under her father’s roof during her childhood were now dating each other? Percy and Walden might not be much of a surprise. They had dated before, after all, and it had been clear for anyone to see that they had been getting back to that sort of a place over the past half a year. Walden and Brenton, again, might not surprise Freya, at the very least. However much they might have denied to themselves that it meant anything, they had lived together before, not in the sense of Ruben taking Walden in after his parents’ deaths but later, just Walden-and-Brenton as adults, as lovers. They had hardly been subtle at Christmas, either. This, though, with official labels and talking and threesome referring to something more than a sexual thing was hard enough for Brenton to get his head around so it felt extra weird to show up here to announce it to Freya. He knew, though, that he didn’t want to spring it on her the way he had sprung his and Rabastan’s relationship on her. Not with Walden and Percy. He didn’t think she had ever called either of them brother but she had something of a familial relationship with them all the same and he didn’t know if she would find it all a little too strange.
However much he knew he wanted to have the conversation, Brenton was still going to try and put it off as much as possible so he still spent a good amount of time when he first got there, poking around Freya’s kitchen. “Do you have any caramel shortbread? What’s in here?” He picked up a biscuit tin without waiting for her to give him permission.
