#( cairo. help this grieving father. i'm begging you. he's a tragically pathetic mess of a man right now )

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The hours following Seth’s death had been spent partially in limbo for Rhys. Time seemed to pass irregularly with only the ache of raw grief remaining as the only sure constant. Mateo’s company had been a brief reprieve from being left alone with his thoughts and once the thunderbird had left – somewhat reluctantly, Rhys noticed – he swallowed his pride and headed to Cairo’s office, bracing himself every step of the way for whatever kind of reception he’d be receiving. He hadn’t even paused to consider that Cairo might not want anything to do with this, that he was being far too presumptuous and driven only by grief and an unwavering need to keep his word to Seth. If it didn’t work out, he’d tried. Well, he’d tried with assistance. If Cairo wanted nothing to do with any part of it, Rhys was ready to break family tradition and figure things out from there.

Taking a moment to compose himself as he stopped outside Cairo’s office door, Rhys straightened up and knocked twice against it, praying his voice wouldn’t falter this time around. The more pathetic displays didn’t need to be witnessed by anyone other than Mateo for the time being. “Cairo? Do you have a minute? I’m really sorry to disturb you– it’s… it’s kind of urgent.”

@cairorenaud