Tristan looked at him, surprised.
“I think we can scrounge something up. Why?” asked Taylor.
Zac chuckled.
“Ammunition?”
“You got it,” Isaac grinned.
“I approve,” older Isaac nodded.
“I thought you might.”
They both chuckled.
“Okay,” Carla said. “That’s just weird. Don’t do that.”
“So, wanna join us for lunch?” asked the third woman, presumably Taylor’s wife.
“Sure. If we stay for that long,” Isaac replied, glancing at Tristan, who shrugged.
“Do you guys remember what happened when your Tristan was getting the hang of it? Any particular signs?”
The boys looked at each other.
“Jess was the last one with him,” Zac said thoughtfully. “She’d know better than us. He was getting better at teleporting when we didn’t want to get caught though.”
Tristan sighed and nodded. Better than nothing.
“Kept encountering family more and more too,” Taylor added. “Went to a couple where I wasn’t married to Leslie here after all.”
“Unless my Taylor hasn’t told me something, we haven’t even met you,” Isaac admitted.
“Really?” asked Tristan. “My Uncle Tay is married to Aunt Leslie.”
“Well, there’s nothing to say that my Taylor won’t, only that we haven’t met.”
“True.”
In the end, Isaac and Tristan were with them until well after dinner. They let them stay in the guestroom overnight. Assuming they stayed all night. Tristan leaned on the window sill in the guestroom, and gazed out at the view.
He wanted so much just to go home.
Isaac looked up from making up the bed and couldn’t see him any more.
“Tristan?”
There was no response.