( William decides then and there that Laurel is an agent of chaos, backing down because there's not much he can do for his boyfriend's mother who suddenly shows up.
At a stalemate, and with an invitation, Evelyn takes a seat opposite her husband and the meal continues. It's delicious and just this side of uncomfortable, but she'd rather be uncomfortable in her son's presence than not be there at all. )
Mr. Queen, my compliments to the chef.
("Thank you, Mrs. Sullivan.")
Please. Evelyn.
("Evelyn," Oliver repeats, having been brought up right. Gate crashers are people, too.
The conversation moves forward as conversations do. Coffee is poured, as is tension. William smiles, tries to make small talk, but can't shake the awkwardness of her being there at all. He leans in close to Cooper's ear.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to say.")
You can ask me anything, Mr. Queen.
( William's eyes travel from Cooper to Evelyn, who practically grins behind her giant cup of coffee. She's either trying to be friendly or trying to get a rise out of him. Possibly both, he wonders. He also contemplates just how safe it is to actually ask her anything. )
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At a stalemate, and with an invitation, Evelyn takes a seat opposite her husband and the meal continues. It's delicious and just this side of uncomfortable, but she'd rather be uncomfortable in her son's presence than not be there at all. )
Mr. Queen, my compliments to the chef.
( "Thank you, Mrs. Sullivan." )
Please. Evelyn.
( "Evelyn," Oliver repeats, having been brought up right. Gate crashers are people, too.
The conversation moves forward as conversations do. Coffee is poured, as is tension. William smiles, tries to make small talk, but can't shake the awkwardness of her being there at all. He leans in close to Cooper's ear.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to say." )
You can ask me anything, Mr. Queen.
( William's eyes travel from Cooper to Evelyn, who practically grins behind her giant cup of coffee. She's either trying to be friendly or trying to get a rise out of him. Possibly both, he wonders. He also contemplates just how safe it is to actually ask her anything. )