Hoshor Plains But beware all those angels with their wings glued on

He studied Emrik's face, his own scrunching up a little as he tried to decide whether or not he was telling the truth. He had every reason to lie; if Acheron and his siblings expressed discomfort over Emrik staying, he had a feeling mom would be hesitant to allow it. But he had never seen anything but genuine concern and caring for his mom as well as he and his siblings. So Acheron decided that he probably wasn't lying. Still, was he sure about how he felt about the situation? Not really. But he was sure enough to give him a probationary agreement. His freckled face relaxed and he released a heavy sigh that made his shoulders drop dramatically. I think I would like for you to stay on one condition, he finally answered, his tone very serious. He watched Emrik's face again, studying every line to try and catch whatever hint of emotion might flicker there. Would he agree? Would he blow him off? Acheron really wasn't sure, and anxiety bubbled a little in his chest because of it.