[ @kristnirpresti ]
Bjorn was busy, a lot of the time. He was out of town, a lot, out of the country, even more than that. He had more or less taken over his father’s business, and it involved him being gone a lot. He knew that he wasn’t ‘always good at making time for his family. Sometimes, the antics made it easier to just ignore them, stay gone longer. But, he had relatively recently taken a new wife, so he was around a bit more of the time, anyway. Well sometimes. He had been gone for a week or so, when he had checked his personal voicemail, and realized that he had a text from Athelstan. He wanted to talk about some things, or something like that. It was vague. Athelstan was a long time friend. He’d known him, since he was a boy and he’d always make time for them.
He had spoken with Torvi when he returned as well, and he knew that his daugter was somewhat involved with his son. Alfred had always been calm from what he knew, but he wasn’t sure he approved, not that he’d spent time with Siggy recently. The last time they’d been alone, he’d realized he sometimes did not know as much about her, as he could. But, he’d told Athelstan to stop by, and he’d meet him in the garden. It wasn’t cold like it could be, and he found himself, wondering if he liked home or being away more. He didn’t let himself think about it, or miss his children, his life here, until he was home. Business kept him very busy, but he was curious what he had to speak to him, about. He hoped it wasn’t about him and his father. His father had told him more than he wanted to know on their last international flight, together. Hearing the gate open, he looked up and nodded, when he saw him.
“If you want to grab a drink, there’s beer in the fridge, or you know, water, or something.”
