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Webb invited Jack to meet his family, and Jack was more than pleased to meet the people who procreated such a wonderful person as Webb. In the past, Webb was reluctant to have Jack meet his family but finally agreed to it, warning Jack to be wary of them, and to not mistake their kindness for actual kindness. Jack knew how that went, especially with him.
Meeting Webb’s parents he could endure.
Still, he asked his trusted bodyguards, appointed by his parents since young, Junko and Kasumi to be with him, just to protect and advise him in case anything wrong should happen. Jack felt like things would esculate considering what Webb told him previously.
And it quickly did. Once Webb introduced him, he could never shake the watchful eyes off of him. The judgemental ones. The ones he knew far too well. The ones he knew far too well… And that Jack certainly knew he could counter. Yes, this should be fun. Even as Xavier tells him what he already knew.
Junko and Kasumi look toward the other man and then look at Jack, who had a sinister, sweet smile on his face. This would not go well. They were looking at Jack, in fear of what his reaction would be to such a comment. One didn’t cross Jack Spicer and get away with it, of all things.
Jack chuckled.
“I see, I see. He is disapproving. Do you see this, Junko? Kasumi? He is disapproving. Now, Mr. Xavier, as much as it is nauseating to be in your presence, I simply must ask you what I have done to earn such… Hostility. And I will ask you to speak your case gently. I suggest you take this RARE occurance that I will not act hostile in retaliation– you may thank your kind, and gentle son for that. Someone who you raised, I’m sure, to not be reflective of your ill ideals.”
Webster Xavier Byrd the Third is a proud man. His pride had been well earned. He had married the heiress Adora Kent with pride, bore a child with her with pride - the fourth Webster Xavier Byrd in a line of impressive Webster Xavier Byrd’s, and proudly brought Byrd Transport onto the international stage.
Webster Xavier Byrd the Third’s pride had also been rigorously fought for. He had stayed with his wife when her brother had been murdering children because divorce had seemed most damaging to his pride and he had later divorced her anyway, because being related to a murderer was, after all, far more shameful of the two once the media was involved.
Xavier, as he went by, projected his pride onto his son, Webster Xavier the Fourth, or Webb, as he went by. Webb’s disability was to be hidden unless it could be played as a story of triumph. Webb’s interest in gymnastics was encouraged as long as he won awards and then stopped when it took focus away from the family business.
Webb’s love interested were closely vetted. They must be heiresses. They should have ties to politics, republican, obviously, and an interest in business or law. When Webb had come out as bisexual he’d been advised to “Think again.” When he’d brought home Piper Carlisle he’d been welcomed with open arms.
Jack Spicer owned a multinational corporation and that was a very good thing, but the only good thing. Webb had never looked at Piper Carlisle like he looked at this disowned Japanese boy.
Xavier scowls at Jack Spicer. “Webster has a good thing with Ms Carlisle.” He says evenly. “It does him no good to mess that up with whatever feelings he may have you you, Mr Spicer. You may stay the night, but I expect you gone by breakfast.”
