"...." Richard frowned deeply and slowly began shaking his head the moment those words left his father's mouth, his expression growing increasingly helpless as he leaned back against his seat.
Hadn't his father ever heard of easing into a conversation before? Most people would begin with greetings, exchange a few pleasantries, or at the very least prepare the other party before delivering such news. Yet Robin had walked in, exchanged only a handful of sentences, and immediately announced the death of the man's son as though there were no gentler way to approach the subject.
"One of my brothers died before your eyes?" Saher stopped building the fire pit altogether, his movements coming to an abrupt halt as his brows drew tightly together. Slowly turning toward Robin with obvious disbelief written across his face, he asked, "Which one?!"
