Flair POV
"I hear that I'm going to be an Uncle" Ian's face was smooth and expressionless as he joined me in the living room, his hand reaching out to pat Roscoe on the head as he wagged his tail and nudged Ian for more pats.
"Are you happy for me?" I asked, turning to view him as he sat there nonchalantly.
"Are you?" he asked observing me "What I am is irrelevant, it's what you are that's important."
He always had to be so serious I thought as I nodded and smiled. Only then did he get up and hug me, awkwardly as though trying not to squish me.
"Ian, you're not going to hurt me," I said rolling my eyes at his dramatics.
"I don't want to squish the baby," he said protesting as I looked at him in disbelief.
"It's the size of a jelly bean right now, you can hardly squish it" I gig
