Amy had called again. Alfie really wasn't sure what to say to her. He couldn't even take her call. Instead, he'd found himself walking the streets thinking what to do about his new found brother. Would he even accept him?
He wanted to be brave. He knew he needed to be the brother he should be to Newt, but he wasn't sure exactly where he stood with him. As it was, he didn't think Newt even wanted him around.
There was only Ian to confide in.
He walked in and called Ian's name. He knew he just didn't leave his door unlocked. Now did he? He needed Ian. Most definitely. Just where was he?
Alfie stood there there for a moment in the livingroom just wanting to pull his hair out, but instead he walked down the hall. Maybe he was in his room. It was locked. Alfie wasn't sure how he felt about that. On one hand he needed his privacy, but what if something happened and, and maybe he should knock down the door. What if he did himself it? Alfie didn't think he would, but really Ian wasn't always that chipper. He was a bit down. Alfie wasn't sure the reason of it, exactly. Maybe that lass who got married?
Shit, he thought, what if he's with someone right now and he was interrupting? Did he just run out, back to the pub?
No, no he was staying here. He'd just make a cup of tea act as if he had things to do. It was none of his business. None of his business.