Stone's Throw

[Andreas Amell]

"Yeah, I do," Andeas agreed, shivering a little under the touch as he felt both a need to seek out the comfort and an aversion to being touched by anyone. Even family. 

Especially family.

[GamesMaster]

A knock at the front door; Carver springs up to get it, pulling it open to reveal Aunty Marian and Uncle Garrett. Aunty M carries a big cast-iron soup pot, and Uncle Garrett has a basket of alchemical supplies. It takes Andreas rather back to any time he'd been ill as a child.

"Come in, come in. He's this way," says Carver, and the trio return to the sitting room. "I'll get a bowl."

Mari doesn't answer Carver, instead squinting at Andreas with That Look. "Well, now, you've had a fright haven't you?" she says softly, too gently.

[Andreas Amell]

"Hey," he said in weak greeting. Of all his Aunts and Uncles, he knew these two the least, thanks to their frequent wanderings. But they were still Clan, still family, and his heart ached in that wonderfully warm sort of way to see them. At knowing that they had come to check in on him, to comfort him.

"Yeah, it's... I messed up, Auntie. I think I messed up real bad." Andreas had never really gotten a firm grasp on whether he should call her Aunt Liz or Aunt Marian and had been too nervous to ask when he was younger. And now he'd not asked for so long, he felt even more awkward about asking. So... Auntie. 

[Marian Hawke]

She squats in front of him, taking his hand. "You can tell me what happened," she says quietly. "Is there something we need to handle for you, sweet nephew?" 

[Garret Tethras]

"That includes unlocating someone," Garrett said helpfully. Discretion was an ongoing project, his Outsider nature making it very hard for him to grasp any form of subtlety or implied communication. He at least refrained from outright offering murder though. Evidently, if you add Sirenite possessiveness with Vangalite protectiveness, you got someone who doesn't see anything wrong with committing murder for a loved one's sake. Thankfully, the breakthrough of 'remember, you want them to be happy, not just safe, right?' helped a lot with the problem.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian had, in fact, several times, suggested that Garrett is more her father's child than she was, given how ruthless and cunning he can be. 

[Andreas Amell]

"Huh? What?" Andreas stared a moment before his eyes widened in realization. "N-" He broke off, eyes snapping to the door, before he continued in a much lower volume. "No, it's not like that. I... I had my, umm, my first... heat." The wall behind his aunt was clearly fascinating, given how focused he was on staring at it. "It went bad. I... did bad."

[Marian Hawke]

"What did you do?" she asks softly, a hint of danger in her voice. "You can tell me. Whatever it is, we'll fix it for you. That's what family does."

[Andreas Amell]

"I already told Uncle Carver and Aunt Aveline," Andreas replied, voice a little distant, as if he's talking more to his own memories than her. "And my... and Adonis and Keeper Miki. But. Umm. I was, uh, I had drank some... special tea. To relax and enflame my passions. For art! I was trying sculpting again but... then my heat..." He shuddered, arms coming up to wrap around himself. "I can barely remember it. Flashes. Impressions." He shuddered again, looking like he's fighting back the urge to vomit. 

[Marian Hawke]

"So you're saying you were raped," she says quietly. To Andreas' protesting mewl, she replies quickly, "If you were too high to remember anything, you were too high to consent."

[Andreas Amell]

"But..." Andreas protested again. "She didn't consent either," he finished before she could interrupt him. "So how could-- I mean-- two people can't rape each other at the same time. Right?"

[Marian Hawke]

Marian winces. "Okay. That's definitely a Dad problem." I think we'll have to pay her off, probably. "Who was she?" 

[Andreas Amell]

Andrea flinched, ears drooping along with his gaze. "_{...doneicewwgrrend.}" When Garrett poked him gently on the shoulder, the young man grumbled but repeated himself, "Adonis's new girlfriend."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian pauses for a long moment. "Well," she says brightly, after that pause. "You sure do have a knack for finding yourself in a pickle, don't you, kiddo? Don't worry. I'll write to Father, he'll be able to fix this."

[Andreas Amell]

Andreas squirmed in his seat. I have a knack? It's all Charon's fault, he thought sourly. "Guess so." He heaved a sigh, then frowned. "Wait, we can't. Grandpa is doing that big thing with Grandne at the Oak."