“Shockin’ isn’t it? But yes. One of em isn’t mine but I did help raise her. I think I did a fairly good job on my own too.” He grins a bit back then the smile kind of fades and he reaches up to rub the back of his neck. “Ah, well yes. My wife passed away quite a few years ago.” He tries to chuckle about it but really it isn’t much to laugh about and it just sounds a bit sad. Freyir coughs and waves his hand a bit in a dismissive manner. “But that was a long time ago.” He shrugs and looks down at himself. “I’ll be fine. If I really need to we can stop by my office on the way out and I can grab a jacket. I should be warm enough though. It’s not that far a walk.”

“Call it what you want and I’ll do the same.” He steps outside the room and watches Astris lock the door before walking side-by-side with him down the stairs. “I would call it teasing. I would definitely call it teasin’. An I see that grin.” He huffs and widens his stride to keep up, damn his long legs. Very long, very attractive legs…fuck. "I don't know what that grin means but it's hot." What. Freyir falters a moment and nearly trips but catches himself before he does, clamps his mouth shut and keeps walking down the stairs. Yep. That was enough talking for now. Freyir wasn't even drunk yet what the fuck, he had no excuse.

“They should be attending in the next few years actually. I’m fairly excited to have them here though. I’ve been teaching for a few years now so I don’t get to see them all that much.” He runs a hand through his hair and mentally shrugs it off. He really was very excited to have his kids in school here. He had high expectations for them all, and yes, he was counting Feferi in ‘his kids’. She sort of was in a way. His only daughter. Marine would love that, he was sure. Freyir could see her putting Feferi in all sorts of odd patterned dresses and dumb little flower crowns and those big obnoxious sunhats that she always used to wear though none of them would probably fit Feferi until she was much older. He takes his time remembering all these things and by the time they’re at the stairs the two are talking again and Freyir doesn’t feel quite upset. He liked remembering these kinds of things about his late-wife. It made the whole thing that much better.


With his slip-up Freyir keeps his mouth shut, shooting Astris a look that’s more embarrassed than irritated. Shoving his hands into his pockets he makes his way down the stairs. No he was not going to talk. Why’d he like Astris again? He takes a moment to consider this as they reach the bottom of the staircase. Freyir glances at Astris’ grin and it only makes his face even more flushed. God damnit. You fucked up Freyir. You fucked up real good. So much for having a nice calm evening/date/thing. “Shut up, I’m fine.” He grumbles, trying to force the obnoxious color from his face.