Alrik laughed, until he saw the look on Griffin's face, and realised that the man he called Grandfather for a long time was not joking.
"Wait, you're actually serious?" He asked, and Griffin sighed before taking a seat.
"Why would I joke with something like this?" Griffin asked, and then murmured to himself, though the others could still hear his mumbled words. "Little punk. All grown now and talking to your old man like that. Didn't even offer me a place to sit."
"Why should I make you feel welcome in my house? Give me one good reason why? And don't say it's because we're family. You disowned me and I did the same. And don't tell me it's because we're blood related, or blood if thicker than water, either. My family is here in my home. You're just trespassers that are allowed in temporarily." Alrik said and Griffin sighed again.
