“— Lance punched me in the face, I think that mildly qualifies as showing me up as a jackass” Xander counters non to enthusiastically, rotating his jaw a little at the ache which still radiated from the light bruising. “Your parents actually handed the place over to you? Thought maybe you’d end up being middle age before they gave you a damn dime. Teaching though, that’s something? ASL, I assume? Less you got a degree I don’t know ‘bout.”
Ivy practically winced himself at the mention of the punch to Xander’s face. He didn’t think Lance would do something like that to him, but then again he didn’t really talk to the man all that much anymore. “Reluctantly, after I almost took them to court. Yeah, it’s mine now,” he spoke with a somewhat triumphant smile. He nodded along as Xander questioned what he was teaching, knowing it had to be obvious. “So, what are your plans now you’re back?”











