Philip's expression shifted into something… weary, the look of people who'd grown up around Gregoris's idea of 'explaining.' "He's not unreasonable," Philip said. "He's… actually a nice father."
Rafael blinked like this was the most audacious sentence he'd ever heard in his life.
Daniel added quickly, like he could see Rafael building an entire tragic childhood theory in real time. "He's not a tyrant. He's normal."
Bruno, still far too entertained, lifted a brow. "Painfully normal."
Rafael's gaze slid to Bruno, then drifted back to his plate. He set his spoon down painfully slow, each movement controlled like restraint was something he had to hold with both hands.
Then he turned to Gregoris.
"Then why are you like this?"
Silence.
Gregoris didn't stop eating at first. He finished the bite he'd started, swallowed, set his fork down with care. Only then did he look at Rafael, silver eyes calm, expression so composed it bordered on insulting.
