This was supposed to be mb/yk. But it’s kinda not, it’s really kinda not and I’m sorry. ;3;
“I’ll pay you back, I promise,” Ilan said, earnestly, “with interest.”
Oliver shook his head as he crossed the elegantly slanting ‘t,’ the silver pen moving with the definite precision of a man long used to signing his name to contracts, proposals, commissions and, of course, cheques.
He torn the thin piece of paper off the book and handed it over with a smile. “It’s an early house warming gift.”
Ilan reached out and took it, hesitantly, as though he was certain it would melt away at his touch. “Dad,” he stared at the neatly written number, “this is like half the house.”
Oliver made a note in the cheque book before tucking it away. At the counter, Jean cracked open a bottle of wine and poured three glasses. “It’s your first house,” he said, bringing them over, “your dad and I are happy to help in whatever way we can.”
Ilan accepted his glass with a grateful smile.
“So,” Jean continued, “if there is anything else you need…”
“No, no.” Ilan shook his head, “this is…I mean…”
Oliver smiled at him, and raised his glass, “to yours and Kate’s first home then.” He brought the glass to his lips.
Grinning, Ilan copied him.
“Anything at all, really,” Jean continued idly. He waved one hand lazily, as though plucking random thoughts from thin air, “furniture, wall paper, an engagement ring…”