“They liked to party in school. They haven’t had any reason to outgrow that. You know, they got slightly better jobs, but no kids or anything.”
“You don’t need to have kids to know when it’s time to grow up. Which…actually is a bit rich coming from me.”
“Why? Because you do have kids, or because you don’t?”
“Oh, no. No kids for me.”
“That’s good.” Carson frowned. “Unless you wanted to have kids, and then, you know, my sympathies.”
Edwin laughed. “No, I never really thought about it. But I did manage to grow up eventually, regardless.”
Carson tapped the rim of his mug against Edwin’s. “To growing up. Eventually.”
“Eventually,” Edwin echoed. “I’ll just keep an eye on them, then.”
Carson smiled. “And I’ll keep my eye on you.”
The promise shouldn’t have warmed Edwin through, but it did. Far more effectively than any alcohol.3