Hello Sunshine

"Nah, I just walked through her house, didn't actually see her. You made pretty good time, actually. So we both snuck out to look for Erik?" He grins at his husband.

 

"...I was just going to leave tickets on the windshield. No one passes up a free VIP show, right?" Grendel tugs on one of his dreads.

 

Baldur shrugs seemingly in gentle disagreement "Hmm... Some people would. Oh, speaking of which" He looks at his son "Erik throw me your phone."

 

"Hugnin said it's in the truck," Grendel replies.

 

"Oh." Baldur's brows furrow "Wait how do you know that?"

 

"....I asked her?" He hazards. "...she likes me."

 

"Yeah, but Munin is just an asshole."

 

"So you want to talk to our son?"

 

"....well, he's breathing, so I'm fine? I mean, he's fine?"

 

"Grendel." Baldur says, pronouncing the word like 'idiot' "Our son decided to run off and try to live off the Mohave desert."

 

"...yeah?" Grendel shrugs. "And he's going to get sick of it and come home sooner or later?"

 

"And he might end up doing it later, through a detour at Grandmas?" Baldur asks like an inquisitor pulling out nails.

 

".....he's half of my blood, he's sturdier than that, Baldur." Grendel frowns. "I mean, he..."

Grendel trails off, realizing that, possibly, what he was about to say was not wise.

 

Baldur stares at him expectantly "Yes?"

 

"...nevermind, Baldur."

 

"Okay. So, do you want to go talk to our son?"

 

"If... you want to?" Grendel hazards carefully.

 

Baldur opens his eyes wide and gives his hubby a look.

 

"......okay, okay. Lead the way."

 

Baldur does.