[ It does, swinging open on silent hinges. The door opens into a small kitchen area, and though it is quite small and the appliances quite old, the inside of the building isn't falling apart as much as the outside would suggest. Maybe they have magic to thank for that, too.
Henry also comes face to face with a man who can only be Alec's father, lingering a small handful of steps into the room. Thomas Brennan is tall and broad, with chestnut-colored hair swept back away from his face and a full beard to match. His hands and clothes covered in grease, his arms peppered with tattoos, the language of magic woven into the images in an attempt to camouflage it. He has phone tucked against his shoulder, his head tilted to keep his ear to the receiver. He's leaning against the wall, arms crossed in that way that Alec is so fond of doing all the time. His back is to a darkened hallway on the far side of the kitchen that leads to the rest of the apartment.
He doesn't seem to notice or care that Henry is there. A female voice comes through the phone, though it's hard to make out what she's saying. When Alec's father responds, his tone is harsh and hushed. A man at the end of his rope. ]
I remember the deal, Sabrina. You don't have to tell me again. It's just... [ He scrubs a hand over his face. ] We're starving down here. Shit, can't even spare a few bucks to put the kid through college?
[ Just over Thomas' shoulder, in the dark hallway beyond, a flicker of movement. ]
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Henry also comes face to face with a man who can only be Alec's father, lingering a small handful of steps into the room. Thomas Brennan is tall and broad, with chestnut-colored hair swept back away from his face and a full beard to match. His hands and clothes covered in grease, his arms peppered with tattoos, the language of magic woven into the images in an attempt to camouflage it. He has phone tucked against his shoulder, his head tilted to keep his ear to the receiver. He's leaning against the wall, arms crossed in that way that Alec is so fond of doing all the time. His back is to a darkened hallway on the far side of the kitchen that leads to the rest of the apartment.
He doesn't seem to notice or care that Henry is there. A female voice comes through the phone, though it's hard to make out what she's saying. When Alec's father responds, his tone is harsh and hushed. A man at the end of his rope. ]
I remember the deal, Sabrina. You don't have to tell me again. It's just... [ He scrubs a hand over his face. ] We're starving down here. Shit, can't even spare a few bucks to put the kid through college?
[ Just over Thomas' shoulder, in the dark hallway beyond, a flicker of movement. ]