[James had been told by his father to be on his best behavior when the rest of the Winters family came to visit; he had responded that of course, you don't need to tell me that, and had dismissed Philip Aubel's concerns quite readily. And when their cars roll up in the driveway and Devon's family comes out to greet them, James is all polite smiles, though they are edged with that lingering self-confidence that he can never quite shake completely.
Still, he's a generous host. He allows Devon time to enthusiastically hug her parents and say her hellos properly to everyone. When James is approached, he welcomes them, asks them how their flight was, etc etc. The usual things that a host must do. And he's quietly reaching out to feel their emotions, as well -- there are no surprises; they all seem very happy to see each other. Their emotions match their body language, their expressions.
Except for one, a lingering presence not directly before him...
James' eyes move to the car, where Ian sits, glowering at him. He can't help but raise a brow, vaguely amused at the boy's obvious disapproval. That must be Ian, he thinks to himself.
Later, his father comes out to greet everyone as well, and James lets a bit of the hosting duties defer to him. Simon trots around happily, tail wagging, excited for all the newcomers. In fact, the greyhound senses that there's still someone in the car, and rushes over to where Ian is, barking happily. He's a tall dog, but not quite that tall -- Ian may be able to see his tail wagging through the window, and will properly see Simon in his entirety if he sits up more. (Or even gets out.)]
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Still, he's a generous host. He allows Devon time to enthusiastically hug her parents and say her hellos properly to everyone. When James is approached, he welcomes them, asks them how their flight was, etc etc. The usual things that a host must do. And he's quietly reaching out to feel their emotions, as well -- there are no surprises; they all seem very happy to see each other. Their emotions match their body language, their expressions.
Except for one, a lingering presence not directly before him...
James' eyes move to the car, where Ian sits, glowering at him. He can't help but raise a brow, vaguely amused at the boy's obvious disapproval. That must be Ian, he thinks to himself.
Later, his father comes out to greet everyone as well, and James lets a bit of the hosting duties defer to him. Simon trots around happily, tail wagging, excited for all the newcomers. In fact, the greyhound senses that there's still someone in the car, and rushes over to where Ian is, barking happily. He's a tall dog, but not quite that tall -- Ian may be able to see his tail wagging through the window, and will properly see Simon in his entirety if he sits up more. (Or even gets out.)]