LIONEL.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ He stayed silent, fingers tracing the rim of his glass in slow, absent circles. Even without a word, everyone could tell. He wasn’t fine. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ “Wait… make ‘what’ easier, again? Did I miss something?” Lionel was definitely not going to let that pass by, now that he’s fully aware of the conversation. He looked at his father and mother, trying to figure out their intention. ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ For a brief moment, he didn’t know what to do except offer a polite, awkward nod. “This is my son,” Arya finally said. Lionel smiled, gestured a little bow with his head. “Hello. You can just call me Lionel.” ⠀⠀⠀