Brotherly Love (1:24 PM EST| 6:24 PM BST)
Evan had been tugged away along with Alaizabel to get gussied for the whatever this was being called, there was no way it was a wedding ceremony, but it wasn’t really a shotgun wedding either. His bones ached from the long flight and the last thing that he wanted to do was get dressed in a tux, but he wasn’t all that interested to feel Evan’s wrath. At least he had time, too hairless to require any sort of brush, and too used to getting into tuxes to need very long. Three hours was plenty of time for him to lounge in an arm chair and read Frost. Glancing up at his sister’s fiance as he fumbled with whatever part of his tux he was yanking on. Lyle couldn’t help but to snort softly, he knew that Liam had a good five years on him but that didn’t mean Lyle was any less inclined to call the excitement borderline childish and adorable. “The point of clothing is to cover yourself, not kill yourself” He chided making no attempt to sit up from his chair, nor look away from the words on the page.
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