Chapter 13: You're Wearing That?
Alastair wakes up in the middle of the night well rested, but graciously waits until a decent hour to call Oliver and inform him of the details.
“You are certain you’re comfortable with this?” Alastair asks for the second time in the conversation. “It’s a formal dinner,” he says, as if that alone may make Oliver aware of how unlike his average dinners must be.
“I’m not entirely a heathen, Alastair,” Oliver informs him with that same self confidence that Alastair could only hope his brother will grow to have even a hint of.
He admires it, but also fears it. He will not ask Oliver directly to be anything other than himself, but that is very hard to do when he and his siblings all act a role in front of their parents.
“Not entirely,” Alastair teases, much to Oliver’s clear delight.