“Why not? His father, at the very least, could possibly help.”
“I’m not sure if you’ve ever met his parents, but they were never supportive of what either of us decided career-wise.”
“That’s curious considering it’s his father’s ‘family’ business. Is there a reason for it?”
“I’m sure there is, not that they’ve ever brought it up. But Vivian and Orion Grimm abhor the Fates’ rules, and while they keep in touch with the younger generations, I would say their feeling towards the older ones leans towards?—”
“Dislike?”
“Hatred.”
Ender smirked. “I see.”
“They don’t trust them. And as for Cyrus, the lectures never ended when it was about working for the Bureau. They pushed him to quit every time they were in the same room.”
Very, very curious. Why did he, yet again, feel like he was missing something, or rather that he knew something but it refused to come to the surface. The names felt like they rang a bell, but nothing was there… How frustrating…
“If their feelings are that negative towards other Fates, I imagine he hasn’t brought it up because he thinks they won’t see it as a bad thing.”
“That is my guess. They’ve burned a lot of bridges with him, too focused on their own issues. I know their attitude hurts him,not that he’d admit it. But as much as they don’t trust their extended family, some of that has bled over into their treatment of Cyrus. I don’t think they even realize how much they’ve damaged the trust between themselves and their son.”
“I don’t imagine they are who he goes to when he’s in trouble then.”
“No, if it’s something he can’t solve himself, first it’s usually me, or even Severo. Followed by the Dweller’s parents.”
“Eh…those two headaches.”
Killian giggled.
“Well, I’ll think about it, about what he could do. His dislike of illegal shit will limit me. But just in case I can’t think of anything, does he have any hobbies?”
The man blinked. “Hobbies?”
“He has to have something. And it’s as good of a place to look as any if I can’t find anything job related.”
“I mean…he doesn’t really have any, aside from shit he did with me. And shopping…” The Siren frowned, before gasping. “Oh! When we were younger, he used to like taking shit apart and modifying whatever it was in any way he could. But he hasn’t really done that in a long ass time.”
The Cryptid wrinkled his nose, before continuing, “He messed with one of his father’s cars, and there was a big blow up between him and his parents, and it sort of…ruined it for him. Part of me thinks it was a stress-induced habit to begin with, so the fight tainted it. But he did seem to really enjoy it back then.
“At one point, he had been considering double majoring in engineering, but didn’t do it in the end. Between you and me, I think it was the list of upper-level math classes that talked him out of it.”
“Was he any good at it? Or did he tend to fuck up and blow shit up?”
“No explosions to my knowledge,” Killian said with a chuckle. “And things usually were better off when he was done.”
“Okay, that’s something to keep in mind… Let me think about it…”
The man smiled. “Thank you.”
His brow rose slightly. “For?”
“Trying, and realizing that this isn’t working for him.”
Ender grunted, “Don’t thank me yet. What I come up with may end up being worse, you never know.”
Killian barked out in laughter, his eyes seeming to glow bright. The Siren was pretty as shit when he laughed. Wait, no, he was beautiful all the time.
What the fuck was he even thinking about?! Nonsense, that’s what!
