But such happiness had grown scare at Will's home. Once he realised pretending to like Sarah had hurt Augustus, he wasn't sure what else to do. And he was getting sick of his parents renewed berating. He eventually went neutral. He wasn't defiant, but he wasn't exactly cooperating with them.
Uncle Deus was visiting one afternoon, so just before dinner, Will was up in his room, grabbing another book about Ancient Greece to discuss later. But his excitement was quickly ruined.
"You mother and I are once again disappointed with your refusals."
Francis's familiar, lecturing tone cut into Will's concentration.
Will stood motionless, staring into his mirror, book in hand. He refused to turn and face him.
"You cannot," Francis lumbered forward as he spoke. "seriously still be humoring these childish fantasies of living any way you want."
With each heavy footstep, Will's resolve to ignore him grew stronger. "Especially without regards to others."