"He was just this side of nuts when Eileen had taken over. He wanted to protect you and he just didn't know how to protect you when he couldn't go where you were," Robert told her.
"I thought I handled it rather well," Brian frowned.
"Well, who in the devil lied to you about that?" Robert laughed. "You were almost completely insane."
"I was?" He looked at Jack. "Was I that bad, really?"
"Who was the one who decided to tackle a set of barbells set entirely too heavy for them and did it enough to completely destroy their own shoulder in the process?"
"I didn't even feel it," Brian protested.
"Exactly my point. You had no bloody clue until your shoulder made enough noise that you knew it wasn't supposed to do that. Then you felt pain. Not because you were using any sort of the intelligence or reasoning God gave you," Robert said.
"You did that for me?" Khaat asked softly, stroking Brian's cheek.
"I'd have done anything if I could have gotten to you," he said.
"Alright," Michael called from the kitchen, "Lunch! I wrestled the kitchen away from Angus. I made an Italian Wedding soup, and some freshly made sourdough bread with Asiago cheese inside and grated over the top. And spinach salad with bacon, egg, and hot bacon dressing."
"Dont forget the fresh garlic butter you made for the bread," Angus said. "I did sneak the heal of the loaf of bread with some of that garlic butter. I wont ever need to cook while you're here."
"Don't get all excited about retiring yet, Shorty," Michael laughed. "I have to go back to Hogwartts. Robert has insisted I teach a class there, and believe me, being a professor was never on my life plans. Burglary yes. Professorship, not a chance. Come and eat, all, before it gets cold."