Alec was in his room, playing tunes on his old guitar. It had been two years since he last touched that, or any musical instrument. He was happy to know that his mind and fingers still remembered the tunes and has not forgotten them due to the lack of practice.
For almost the last three hours he was in his room, all to himself. Milo visited him numerous times, always with some exciting news or just asking him to come downstairs.
So when someone knocked on his door instead of barging inside, Alec sat up straight fearing that his in-laws had finally decided to talk to him alone. He was dreading that exact moment all those hours he spent alone.
He wanted to pretend asleep, but thinking otherwise he said, “The door is open.”
The bedroom door was pushed inside and walked inside his uncle
