for @capseycartwright because she did her revision and i promised her tommy and robert interactions :)
Aaron’s waiting for Robert in the pub, nursing a beer as his mum serves a party of four giggling women. There’s a headache blossoming in the back of Aaron’s head, but he’s able to ignore it, confident that Robert will arrive soon. He’ll have a smug smile from a deal well done, no doubt, but more importantly, he’ll have a key to their house. Aaron’s sure he picked his up that morning, but apparently not.
Scowling into his beer, Aaron huffs out a sigh.
“Alright love?” Aaron’s mum asks, raising her eyebrow.
“Fine,” Aaron mutters.
His mum snorts, pats his hand, but is distracted by the sound of the door opening. Aaron looks back over his shoulder, sees a guy in his late forties at least, standing awkwardly in the doorway. He’s wearing a simple sweater and jeans, light, like he wasn’t expecting the wind. Weird, considering this is Yorkshire.
“What can I do you for, love?” Aaron’s mum asks, leaning against the bar.
The guy approaches the bar, stands next to Aaron. “I’m looking for someone.”
The guy’s accent is more Scottish than Yorkshire, and there’s a hint of something else in there that Aaron can’t place.
“Lot of people in ‘ere,” Chas says, gesturing at the punters.
The guy makes a face, and Aaron’s hackles rise. He keeps his mouth shut; he’s getting better at not letting his anger run wild. “I don’t even know if he lives here anymore, but I thought it was worth a try. He’s a Sugden.”
Chas flicks her gaze to Aaron and Aaron’s grip tightens on his glass. “Andy? Jack?”
There’s a flicker of recognition on the guy’s face at Jack’s name, but he shakes his head.
Aaron knows, even before the guy says, “Robert.”