(Thiam as Nolan’s parent’s)
(Nolan as Thiam’s adopted kid, because I couldn’t get this idea out of my head!)
Liam: *Kneels down next to Nolan* You want to tell us how you got that black eye? *Trying his best to stay calm when he really just wants to beat the crap out of the person who hit their sweet boy.*
Nolan: It’s nothing…r.really! I-it was my fault. *Successfully avoids both his father’s eyes.*
Theo: Unless you punched yourself, I don’t buy it. I suggest you tell us who did this. *Crosses his arms but maintaining his composure better than Liam, if only by a little.*
Nolan: *Nervously chews his bottom lip.* If I tell you…you won’t let me be friends with him anymore.
Theo: *Shrugs* Not necessarily. I mean your dad and I used to beat the crap out of each other and now we’re married.
Liam: *Jaw drops as he spins his head around to look at his annoyingly unfazed chimera.* -The hell kind of parenting was that!???
Theo: It’s true! *Defensive bark.*
Liam: Oh my god, you suck at this advice thing. You are aware of that, right? *Giving him the “We’re talking about this later,” look.*
Nolan: *Left to go get a snack a minute ago. Assuming that his parents were going to go at it for a bit.*
Liam: Listen, Nolan, what your father means to say-*Turns to face him only to find a couch pillow where he was sitting.*- and he’s gone… Way to go, Theo. Now he’s going to think getting punched in the face is totally OK.
Theo: Once he punches that little shit back he’ll feel a lot better. *Genuinely serious expression*
Liam: *Stares dumbfound at Theo for a good few seconds.* …You can’t even tell what’s wrong with that sentence, can you?
Theo: I feel like you’re being a little hypocritical right now. *Glares back.*
Liam: I’m going to talk to Nolan. *Stands back up.* You can stay here and think of some other brilliant ways to convince our son that violence leads to marriage.