Demetri woke up in a sour mood that evening. It wasn't as though being dismissed by Tomasz was anything unusual or even that offensive any more, but it was more the irritation of not knowing what was going to happen.
     "Stuck waiting for the other shoe to drop-- or the anvil... the sword? Whatever..." He tidied up his desk and gathered a stack of now outdated newspapers that he'd put off reading since the distraction of the games.
     "If he wants me to fuck off, well I might as well fuck off properly then." He'd hardly settled in before he heard little padding footsteps of bare feet in the hall. That poor, constantly unclad young man, Tristan, who looked bewildered and lost. Sarah was like a mother who lets her babes run about in the winter without a coat.
     "The bathroom's in here," he called, Tristan jumped but looked grateful as quickly as he could.
     "Thank you Mr--Sir, um..."
     "It's Ionav-- ...Uncle Demy." Demetri smiled.

Vitus looked stunned.
     "Wait – what just happened?" He stared at the disconnected cell phone in the dark of the car. "That... I... Huh?"
     "Tristan is coming too! So cool!!" Jack grinned from the passenger seat.
     "Why cool?" Vitus asked, still looking like a lost baby deer.
     "--Because... reasons."
     "What reasons?"
     " … He's dreamy, Vitus. Dreamy."
     "Oh."