Daniel just stared at him for a moment before he punched the button for their floor. "Do I look like I was born yesterday?" He asked. "I never thought I looked like a fucking moron, but I don't know. I must. I saw you," he spat in an undertone as the elevator doors opened at their floor and he propelled Gaël into the apartment. "If I hadn't seen you, I'd still be operating under the apparently mistaken impression that my son was, at least, sticking with people in his own generation instead of hitting on men who are practically my fucking age."
He only had ten years on Seth Mansour, he thought. Jesus Christ.
"Sit down," he said, pointing at the living room couch. "I need a goddamn drink." Which was saying something; he'd hardly had more than a glass of wine while the kids were growing up, and even that had been rare.
Still, he thought, he was going to have to talk about something he had never in his life wanted to talk about with either of his kids, and at this point that required a little self-medication. In the form of the one bottle of whiskey he had in the house.
He tossed back the glass in two swallows and set it back down with a hard clink before he sat down across from Gaël and drew in a steadying breath. "How long?" he asked.
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He only had ten years on Seth Mansour, he thought. Jesus Christ.
"Sit down," he said, pointing at the living room couch. "I need a goddamn drink." Which was saying something; he'd hardly had more than a glass of wine while the kids were growing up, and even that had been rare.
Still, he thought, he was going to have to talk about something he had never in his life wanted to talk about with either of his kids, and at this point that required a little self-medication. In the form of the one bottle of whiskey he had in the house.
He tossed back the glass in two swallows and set it back down with a hard clink before he sat down across from Gaël and drew in a steadying breath. "How long?" he asked.