How Green Becomes Wood

"No," Daizi agreed, "We've definitely had worse. Mm," She buckled her seatbelt and then turned to the twins, "I think we should tell Cooger. If he's worked for him before, he probably knows how he is when he isn't being required to act good. If Cooger is good at anything, he's good at gauging the vibe of a person."

Dark couldn't argue with that, although he suspected his twins would. Or at least one of them would. Although, he had wanted to tell Cooger from the start, "We did turn it around. I still think we should have found a sitter for Ivy."
 
"Cooger is really good at judging people," Alec said slowly. "And if he was willing to go back to work for Tristan multiple times, I guess that means Tristan wasn't awful to him. I guess that's a good sign."

Xander leaned back, staring out the window. He didn't say anything as they drove. He didn't want to talk anymore.
 
"Or he just pays well." Dark suggested, although he suspected Alec was more correct, "We would know if we spoke with him." And Cooger was his only friend. He wanted to talk to him.

"It'll be nice to go home and rest. Meetings like that..." Daizi rolled her shoulders back, "It wasn't that bad, and I'm not upset to be going home. I hate having to be... I don't know. An adult."
 
Alec reached forward and squeezed Daizi's shoulder lightly. "Thank you for meeting him and then helping us to meet him. It was good to meet him even if nothing came of it." He settled back, more than willing to go home and hide for a while.
 
Daizi put her hand over his, "I wouldn't dream of not helping you."

Now, like Xander, Dark fell silent for the remainder of the drive, grappling with if he was jealous of the twins or not, and if he was, what that said about him. It wasn't difficult to see how tough it was to have a sudden new relation, but maybe having a potential someone was better than having nobody. Or maybe it was one of those things where whatever side you weren't on seemed preferable. Regardless: he once more found himself wishing someone would come for him, even if it was a terrible person. There was so much he would do for some connection to something, for closure if nothing else, but that was something he believed he'd never have, and he had to make due with preparing for speaking with another Iraqi for the first time in he couldn't remember when.
 
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When they got home, Xander went straight to his room and sat in the corner with his headphones on. Alec sat on the bed sketching idly, letting thoughts drift through his mind as he tried to decide how he felt about things. He thought he like their new uncle, but now what? And what if it did turn out to be a mirrored Declan thing? At least this time, he was prepared for it! If he caught himself being drawn away, he'd walk away from Tristan. History would not repeat itself.

After several minutes, Xander pulled out his phone and texted Milo. Hey.
 
It took Milo a little while to respond, but eventually he did, Hullo. He wondered if everything was okay, but only added, If you ask, 'u up?' I'm going to think you're playing a joke.
 
Boring. I don't know how to stay in one place this long any more. And summer school teachers treat everyone like they're stupid. Milo replied, his frustration making it through even text. How is not being in summer school?
 
then I guess you'll have to ace everything and prove who the real stupid ones are for assuming. Life on the outside is pretty okay. Alec's gone crazy over the cry wheel thing. I learned bread.
 
The wheel is cool Milo replied, although he really didn't understand it. For reasons he couldn't place, it made him a bit uncomfortable. Maybe he found it weird? He didn't know, it just seemed very... odd, to him. It was a cool thing to do, but he didn't "get" it. Like you learned how to make bread or you finally learned what bread is? Or learned to speak bread?
 
I don't like getting things under my nails or when my hands are sticky. I don't like baking, anytime I have to do it, my hands get slopped, and I hate it. Milo replied, People don't get that. I don't like goop.
 
It's hard to get off your hands, Xander agreed. If you wanted to there are thin gloves you can use in baking to keep your hands clean. Or you can supervise me and then claim my work as your own.
 
Xander tapped on the side of his phone thoughtfully before he started to reply. Yeah, but I think they've all gone screwy with an uncle popping up out of nowhere. He reread his text and shook his head. He started to erase what he'd typed out but accidentally hit send as he did so. His new text now ended with, screwy with an uncle. Fantastic!
 
Milo stared at his phone screen for a few moments, recognized there was probably a mistake with the text somewhere, and then typed, Don't get screwy with uncles, that's how you end up with a monarchy
 
Xander literally face palmed and needed a moment to compose himself before replying. Maybe that's my summer plan. To start a monarchy. He paused before sending a second text. Turns out our bio dad wasn't an only child. His brother decided he wanted to introduce himself. Met him today.
 
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