The car ride back to London was slow and quiet. Almost uncomfortably quiet. He knew his father could be a wanker, but he was still his father, and hearing Jag speak ill of him when he didn't even know him- That made him angry, and anger made Val uncomfortable. It was something he knew he needed to keep in check least the wolf take over.

By the time they arrived at his home in the city, he was simply tired. Emotionally exhausted and honestly a bit miserable.

"You want tea?" he asked. It was the first thing he'd said in ages.