Interesting night?

Lachlan tried not to flinch as he heard his sister’s name, and the scene unfolded slowly. Tyrian convincing him that he was no babysitter… The memory went foggy but Torin was still speaking. Squinty eyes looked up cautiously at his father, he kind of wished he was allowed to go find his den and wallow in his own misery. At this point regretting very slightly not following someone else home.

Where had they been, Aryn hadn’t told him apparently. That didn’t mean Lachlan wanted to anymore than she did! He closed his eyes fully, pretty sure he couldn’t even deal with this right now. ”Um. A beach.” He answered hesitantly, not wanting to divulge any information about the previous night. To anyone. Especially his dad. ”Can I go lay down now?” He asked, searching desperately for an out.