"Good," Angus said. "Jack's heart is in the right place, and he takes his job very seriously. He does, though, always want to keep as much under his own control as he can because, i think, he wants to make sure things are always done right the first time around. I don't fault him for that. I really don't. And he's really good about making sure the grounds crew has backup and partners and that they have everything they need. He doesn't, however, always take some of that same advice when its given to him."
"Like someone else I know," Marcus pointed out, glaring at Angus.
"Now, Marcus, the boy's gotten better about that even for what little time I've been here, Give Angus a bit of credit," Elwood said.
"He has but it could be better," Marcus said.
"Lovely breakfast," Elwood said, "Thank you. I'm quite full now."
"Are you ready to go outside, then," Andrew asked.
"God, I can hardly wait," Elwood said. Andrew brought the wheelchair and took Elwood outside to the Fae garden, something Elwood had waited months to see. Angus got up and went to the deck door. He watched Andrew take the chair outside and Elwood kicked his shoes off. He shakily stood up and walked a few steps in the green grass, the first time he had felt grass under his feet in well over 50 years. It made Elwood more emotional than he expected. Andrew helped him walk a bit and then brought the chair to help Elwood sit. Andrew sat in front of Elwood and seemed to be helping him to work through some very strong emotion.
"Is he doing alright?" Marcus asked, joining Angus at the window.
"I can hear him in my head. He's angry," Angus said. "He's so damned angry."
"At what?" Marcus frowned.
"Pearl. She was so overly controlling that while she believed she was keeping him safe she stripped from him even the tiniest joys of life. He feels like she wasted half a century of his life because she kept him in that damned tower room and in that bed. That's why he wanted to die. And, right now, he's confused by us. He's seeing that even though we've known him for such a short time, we're showing more affection and treating him like we really want him as part of our family than Pearl ever was able to show him. He's angry for spending so many years wanting to die, and now, he's starting to think that maybe he doesn't need to die just to escape all the misery---because he doesn't have that misery anymore."
"And that is huge improvement, then," Marcus said.
"It is. He's wondering if he'll see Christmas. He's thinking about how many decades and decades its been since he celebrated Christmas because Pearl wasn't into it."
"Well, your house knows how to celebrate Christmas. You lot can certainly make him a happy Christmas this year."
"Maybe. Maybe we could," Angus said. "I'm afraid I don't have any Christmas ideas yet."
"I'm sure Ruby will," Marcus laughed.