He accepted the gift from Loïc’s outstretched hand.
“Come in,” he said finally.
His brother’s face lit with cautious optimism.
“I’m not saying move in. I’m saying we’ll have coffee, and I’ll try not to strangle you.”
Loïc’s eyes were bright. “I’ll take anything I can get, mon frère.”
Life was too short and unpredictable to pretend he didn’t care. He’d wasted too much of his life pretending. Besides, Prospero should have the chance to meet his prodigal uncle.
Severin stepped back and let Loïc in.
The End