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There are probably worse things to get phone calls about.

However ones from the police station which involve words such as "child" and "car accident" are pretty bad. Especially when the child involved your fifteen year old ward.

Which is exactly the sort of phone call Andrew got on Saturday evening.

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"You will, of course, have additional opportunities to earn money throughout your repayments, but that money will go straight to me."

Yes, he's going to get all the household chores out of you, Alec.

He grounds out a "Yes, sir."

Then, "I want this down in paper so I know how much you're taking out. And how much I'm supposedly earning to go to the car payments."

Oh, does he know it.

"Go get my briefcase, and I'll write it on official paper."

Alec nods and goes to grab the briefcase. It is such a loving relationship the two of them have where they try and extort money out of each other and then write up business contracts to make sure at least the extortion is fair.

Or something.

He puts the briefcase on the kitchen table and then makes a beeline for the fridge in search of food.

"D'you want anything?"

He opens the briefcase and rummages around for some paper as he thinks about whether or not he wants something to eat. Eventually he shrugs. "There's crackers in the cupboard. I'll have some of those."

"Yes, sir."

As he says this Alec pulls out the fixings for sandwiches and makes two of them, completely ignoring what the man says.

The second sandwich he puts in front of Andrew. Then he gets Andrew something to drink.

He looks at the sandwich suspiciously. "Are you trying to bribe me?" he asks, even as he picks it up and takes a bite of it, realizing he's surprisingly hungry. Fetching Alec from the police station apparently took a lot out of him.

"No, sir. You just need to eat." He sounds a wee bit disapproving.

Alec's nagged him a bit about this whole eating thing as he's gotten older and noticed the lack of eating.

"I don't think I could bribe you."

Andrew usually has some excuse -- he's too busy to eat, or the cigarettes dull his appetite, both of which are true, but he finds himself hungry now, and he takes a bite, shrugging.

"Well. Thank you."

Excuses, Excuses.

Alec sits across from him and gives a similar shrug. "You're welcome."

Then. "I want a list of the things you want me to do and how much you'd pay me for them. I have a feeling that my usual list of chores is going to be expanded."

"I'll write you one," Andrew agreed, already taking out his pen and beginning to jot things down in his jagged handwriting. The list was growing by the second as he thought up new chores, smirking slightly as he wrote them down.

The smirking displeases Alec, as he eats his sandwich and watches the list grow. He knows that they've already exceeded his normal chore duties.

Absently he rubs his arm as he notices it hurting. The adrenaline from the crash, the cops, the groveling is finally wearing out and his body his complaining now.

"I can't do everything, you know."

"I know. Nor do I expect you to. This is simply a list of things you can do, and money you can make. I expect you to make appropriate choices about what a reasonable level of work will be, given that you'll also have schoolwork to consider. You're free to do as much or as little as you want."

"I certainly hope that they're reasonable things that I could possibly do and nothing utterly ridiculous."

There's more arm rubbing before he works on his sandwich some more.

"No, there's nothing ridiculous on the list."

He looks Alec up and down, and then sighs. "You should get some rest. Take a warm shower. It will help your arm."

"Your ideas of ridiculous sometimes differ from mine."

Then he glares at Andrew. "My arm's fine."

"You were rubbing it. I assumed it was injured, given the fact that you recently smashed a car. You're lucky to be alive."

And now he won't try to display any concern, Alec. Because you rejected his awkward attempt!

He rejected the attempt because you've drilled into him that showing concern was a bad thing. And he's fine. Just like Andrew doesn't need to eat.

"It just hurts a little. It's nothing."

"Then take good care of it. I don't want your arm falling off."

Yes, because that's so likely to happen with a slight injury. His hyperbole knows no bounds.

There's an annoyed look from Alec and he rolls his eyes.

"I don't believe there's anything to take care of, sir." Never mind the fact that he's starting to ache a lot all over.

He sighs. "Finish your dinner and go to bed, Alec. Sleep will help."

"What about that," he gestures to the paperwork and then winces.

"We'll deal with it in the morning. I'm going to bed, too."

He chews on his sandwich some more.

"Fine."

"Goodnight."

As he gathers his briefcase in one hand and his sandwich in the other -- he'll finish it on the way to bed -- he pauses for a moment, then turns to Alec, clears his throat, then finally speaks.

"I'm glad you're not injured."

And promptly exits the room before Alec can say anything about it.

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