Despite the relatively large size of the slate grey sofa, Eacal’s frame made the piece of furniture seem insignificant. His arms stretched out over the long back and his head tilted backwards against the cushions. He was at home even if he wasn’t in his own home.
“You missed Saul’s birthday bash yesterday.” Eacal yawned and engulfed himself even further into the cushions.
Hiccup barked a dry laugh. “Sorry. I was watching paint dry.”
“Hiccup!” Eacal’s eyebrows drew downwards. “You could have made a bloody effort. It’s not like he’s got that many friends.”
“Oh? I wonder why that is.” Hiccup smirked nastily.
Eacal clicked his tongue. “Put your sarcasm back in its box.”
As his eyebrows raised slightly, Hiccup slid down into his favourite chair with a steaming cup of tea balanced in the palm of his hand. Parties had never been his ‘thing’ and, come to think of it, neither was Saul. Their friendship was a delicate affair that didn’t stretch to social gatherings very often.
“Doesn’t matter,” Hiccup picked at a thread in his black trousers. “You said you needed advice.”
Eacal hummed his agreement. “I’ve been looking into, you know, divorce laws, in case-”
“Then you need me! I’m the best lawyer in the city!” Hiccup brightened considerably.
Eacal rolled his eyes. “Always humble.”
“Humble is best kept for people that are not successful.”
“Like me.” Eacal smiled.
Hiccup raised one threatening eyebrow. “You’re great at your job.”
“I’m not the best.” The larger man shrugged.
“I think you are.”
Eacal said nothing for a while. He knew he’d always have the support of his closest friends but support could only take him so far. There was a lot at stake.
“It’s not that I’m going to but if I did-
“If I did then I probably wouldn’t get Wyatt, would I?”
“I’d fight as best I could for you.”
Eacal recognised the non-answer for what it was. His best friend never made promises he couldn’t keep. They’d both seen enough of the world to know that a court order wasn’t guaranteed in any case.
“I think there’s plenty in your favour,” Hiccup tapped his finger against his tea cup as he considered. “And Wyatt’s old enough to get a say.”
An undignified snort split the air. “That would be a disaster.”
“Wyatt likes you better than her.”
“She’s still his Mother.”
Hiccup ran a hand through his hair. “When she feels like it. He told me he hasn’t seen her in nearly two months. Where is she wandering off to, anyway? For all you know she’s having an affair and-”
“Hicc! That’s a bit much!”
Hiccup glared. “If I have to do a character assassination on that woman, I will.”
“But you don’t even know if-”
“Doesn’t matter,” Hiccup smirked. “I only need enough reasonable doubt on my side.”
This part of his friend was the part that Eacal preferred to avoid. In the light of day, Hiccup was ruthless and not to be trifled with. Eacal thanked his lucky stars that the lawyer was on his side.
(All characters, setting, plot etc. belongs to me – Erin Robinson)