Sian’s laughter faded as she was asked about her family. “Uh…nobody’s died, so that’s a start.” She offered. When she knew Harry growing up, her mum and her rarely got along but she was close with her sister. Now… “Me and mum still talk, putting the Atlantic between us made us like each other a little more. And my sister, uh…same old, same old with her. How are Sherlock and Irene?” Sian quickly deflected off her sister and asked Harry about his parents. “Well, I think there was a Broadway musical about pirates in Penzance or some shite. I don’t know, I lived there before Hamilton made musicals interesting. The point is, drinking sounds like fun. But the first guy who grabs my ass will have a hook hand to match his accent.”
“That’s good then.” Harry commented as a light chuckle escaped his lips. “It’s good to hear that you and your mum still are still in contact. My parents are good. Same as usual. They worry a lot but try to visit me as often as they can.” He explained with a simple shrug. “I’ve heard about Hamilton the musical, even listened to a few of their songs. It sounds great, to be honest. And I don’t doubt you for a second, I’m probably the only guy who isn’t scared of you. You know that right?”












