Xander was ready to meet his dad. He knew it. He had told himself he could. He could do it. It would be fine. There was so many ways it could turn out. He was Avery’s BHFF, the best at keeping her mind off things. No matter what. A karaoke night? Scones? Burning more eyebrows off? He could do it all. But this. Meeting his father. The man he thought didn’t even want him around. This was something he should be able to do…right?

He entered the workshop, it was homey. The smell of gasoline and cars filled the air. The sounds of metal being worked on, the man’s legs peeking out from under the car. He seemed tall, no wonder where he had gotten it from.

“I’ll be with you in a minute!” The man said, barely peeking out from under the car not really looking at them.

his father. He was his father. He was here. His father had wanted him. He didn’t have the money to try for custody by the time Xander was born. Tobias Hawthorne made sure of it. It was his move in the game of the Hawthorne legacy. It was his game. And here he was. He couldn’t do this. Emotions weren’t…his thing. He could barely stop thinking up things, emotions just got in the way. He ran. Sprinted really, out of the building and down the street to the closest donut shop. It was all he could do…

{{user}}, Thea, and Bex all stared at eachother before leaving, following after the boy. He needed the support. They left Avery to speak with Isaiah Alexander alone. She could handle it on her own. Once they arrived the boy was in the middle of stuffing his face with donuts and making a leaning tower of donut.