Dolan visibly stiffens at the call to dinner, realizing that yes, this has been working towards dinner this whole time, but now that means something else entirely. He can’t keep finding a different corner to hole up in whenever Trita comes into the room, hiding from her and all his feelings that he doesn’t know what to do with or how to acknowledge. Much less from the rest of his family, who seems intent on only making this harder for him.
Lunath follows Naemi off to the dining room, assuring her that he still likes her. Shand turns to go but Dolan catches his arm, a wordless but desperate look coming over his face. Shand cocks and eyebrow at him and shakes him off dramatically, very obviously judging him as he follows the others into the dining room.
Dolan sees the moment Sabina swoops in, pulling out chairs in front of certain people, engineering the place settings to her satisfaction. That’s when Dolan gets up and nearly runs to the table to try and sit-
Sabina plops down at the head of the table opposite Kvanne, leaving just the seat directly across from Trita and only two seats down from Kvanne’s side of the table open for him. She smiles sweetly up at him through her squinted eyes, that innocent and grandmotherly look on her face that Dolan has always been able to see right through. That woman has always been a schemer and a mastermind. He’s not sure he’s ever been on the receiving end of it, though.
He slips into the chair and keeps his eyes down at first, not able to stop his mind from running through if he’d bothered to comb his hair, if his shirt is wrinkled, if he looks like a wreck. Because she certainly doesn’t.
Kvanne stands once everyone is seated and puts on his plastic smile, addressing everyone while pointedly keeping eye contact from Trita.
“Thanks to everyone for finally making this happen, Yvaine and I️ are so happy to have you. We’re just going to do the whole pass the dish thing, clockwise. Yvaine’s written any allergy information on those notecards by the dishes, so. Take note.”
He nods and sits back down, starting the dishes off and passing them, letting the family settle into more conversation as they do so.
Aleric, next to Trita, launches into an immediate explanation of how he and Naemi met, turning to her on his other side to help him remember all the best details when he forgets.
“Honestly, okay, I️ hope this isn’t awkward, but every time we pass an old corvette like the one you two used to go around in, I️’d yell, sexmobile! And she was so lost, so I️ had to let her in on that story. So Naemi practically knows you already.”
Aleric is chattering along like no topic is off limits for dinner conversation. Dolan is just staring at his brother, making loud clanging noises with the helpings on his plate at every turn, trying to startle Aleric out of being so forward and inappropriate. All the whole Kvanne’s jaw is grinding harder and harder and he hasn’t even complimented Yvaine on the food yet. Dolan knows this is going nowhere good.
Sabina munches happily at the other head of the table, hopping her head from side to side as if she’s in her own little world.
“Hey, did you know Dolan still has that car? He keeps it in this storage facility waaaaaay outside of town. I️ caught him going there once and he just sits in it. This one time he just fell asleep in it.”
Aleric is barely paying attention to his utensils, almost slinging bits of mashed potato behind him as he speaks.
Kvanne chokes on his water, audibly.
“You told me you sold that old piece of junk.”
His eyes bore into Dolan’s forehead now and Dolan rolls his eyes, huffs. Seriously considers reaching across the table and taking Naemi’s wine and just throwing the whole glass back.
“Oh gosh. Did I️ tell you that? Guess I’m not a Boy Scout after all. What a shock, I️’d imagine.”
The flat tone of Dolan’s voice really seems to do it, and Kvanne takes the deepest breath his lungs seems capable of. Yvaine reaches out to pat his hand, her eyes wide and a little nervous.
“I️ told you. Dolan. That it was best to move on. That no good could come of keeping it. You needed the money.”
“Yeah, I️ needed a lot of things, but you never seemed concerned with the majority of those, so.”
Sabina is leaning in now, fork down, elbows on the table, chin rested in her palm and her eyes bright, like she’s watching some ultra compelling soap opera and loving every second of it.
Aleric has since slowed down, eyes darting from one brother to the other, the weight of his accidental slip dawning on him slowly.