For a few days after that incident, Spencer kept quieter than normal and even more to himself. He wasn't rude, he didn't ignore anyone. He simply kept quiet and slipped away when he wasn't needed. At night when Remy would come to bed, he'd find that Spencer was either reading a book and wasn't very responsive to talking, or he'd already gone to bed. In his lessons, he was quieter than before, giving them his undivided attention without saying much at all. But, in his lessons with Henri, he was suddenly much, much more attentive. There was a new determination in him and it showed. It showed enough that Henri moved him on from just basic general fitness to learning some basic defensive moves.
Their little run in out on the street hadn't just upset Spencer; it had brought a few things to light. It didn't take him long, really, to work past the word 'pet'. All he'd needed was time to process that. To remind himself that he'd decided to trust these people, to trust Remy, and to remind himself of the conversation he'd had with Jean Luc where the man had explained how the outside world would view Spencer in comparison to how the household truly viewed him. He'd just needed that little bit to remember and to actually believe it. The fact that the family hadn't pushed him, had given him his space while at the same time finding subtle little ways to let him know they were there if he needed to talk, helped with that. No, what he really learned from this, what stuck the most, was how he'd had to hide behind Remy. The way that Remy had stepped in front of him to protect him.
Ever since that night of dreams where he'd glimpsed the future without him in it, he had committed himself to this life, to protecting Remy. Having to hide behind him just felt wrong. But it had been the only thing to do; he had no idea how to defend himself, let alone Remy. If he wanted to do more than hide next time, he needed to learn, and people weren't going to politely wait around for him to do so. Hence his newfound determination in Henri's lessons.
That didn't mean that it was any easier for him to learn, though. A week after the incident, Spencer was downstairs in the training room with Henri, wondering just what the hell he'd been thinking. He spent more time landing back on his ass than he did anything else. Why on earth was it so hard for him to defend against what Henri was doing? The man was moving slow, trying to make sure that Spencer could see and understand, before picking up the pace just a little, yet each and every time he knocked Spencer down. The young teen was feeling discouraged as he picked himself up off the ground yet again, when the sound of the door opening surprised him. His eyes darted over and he found Remy walking into the room. Henri acted like he wasn't there and patiently continued the lesson.
It was the first time that Remy had ever been down here for this and Spencer wasn't sure how he felt about it. He couldn't help but flush a time or two when Henri knocked him down, keenly aware of the dark eyes that were watching from the sidelines. He hated that he was making himself out to look like a fool in front of Remy. He didn't question why it mattered so much. For the most part, though, Remy seemed content to simply watch. Or so Spencer thought.
He'd just hit the mat for the fourth time since Remy's entrance when the younger Cajun finally broke his silence. "Hold on a second dere, mon frère." Remy called out, interrupting whatever it was that Henri had been about to say. Pushing off the wall, he strolled towards Spencer, and Spencer wanted to curse him for the deliberate grace with which he did it all. It was a complete contrast to the aching, jerky way that Spencer gathered himself up off the ground and pushed up to his feet. He swiped a hand over his face and pushed back strands of silver hair that had managed to fall free from the ponytail he'd put it in and he watched as Remy came to a stop right next to him.
It stunned him completely when Remy grabbed hold of him without warning. His whole body tensed in preparation for whatever was going to happen, only to find that Remy was just shifting him around, adjusting the way that he stood. "Y'r stance is all off." Remy told him, using one foot to nudge Spencer's right foot forward a little. "It's t'rowing y'r balance off and dat's why y' keep falling back. Y' got to learn to spread y'r weight just right to move and flow. Y' aint got de weight or de muscle like Henri dere does, so y' gotta be light on y'r feet, quick to balance and quick to move."
"I'm trying." Spencer snapped. He missed the surprised look that flashed over Henri's face. So far, Spencer hadn't been the least bit surly with him, simply soaking up what Henri told him and processing it silently in his head. The only time he really spoke was to ask a question or to answer one. Otherwise, he was a silent student. To see him snap so quickly and so easily at Remy was a bit of a surprise, albeit an amusing one.
Remy didn't seem the least bit bothered by it. He put his hands on Spencer's hips, turning them slightly. "An dat's y'r problem right dere, cher. Y'r trying too damn hard." Lifting one hand, he tapped at Spencer's forehead. "Less of dis," he dropped his finger down and tapped at Spencer's gut. "an more of dis. Y' spend too much time t'inking about it dat y' miss y'r opportunity."
"So I'm just supposed to somehow not think about it?" That seemed like a recipe for disaster. How was he supposed to know what to do if he didn't think about it?
Apparently satisfied with Spencer's stance, Remy took a step back, giving him one final look over. He nodded to himself as if pleased. Then he lifted laughing eyes up to Spencer and smirked a little at him in that maddening way of his that always made Spencer want to either roll his eyes or growl at him, he was never quite sure which. "Pretty much." Remy said. Then, to Spencer's horror, he fell into a fighting stance and his grin widened. "Don't t'ink, cher. Just react." And with no more warning than that, Remy launched at him.
Spencer twisted away from the initial attack, too stunned to really do much else, but Remy was fast and he was good, twisting on his heel and using his momentum, allowing it to twirl his body into a perfectly executed kick that Spencer just barely managed to dodge. Remy didn't miss a beat and launched another attack, fist flying in a hit that Spencer had a feeling wouldn't be pulled the way that Henri pulled his.
There was no time for Spencer to think. No time for him to try and analyze his opponent or either of their moves. Remy moved way too fast for that. All he could do was respond to what Remy was throwing his way and try his damndest not to get the crap beat out of him. Before too long, he found his legs swept out from under him and his body hitting the mats with a solid thud that jarred his teeth. Usually, this was where the lesson stopped. Henri would come over and help him up and they'd talk or start right over again. It looked like Remy's plan was the same. He pulled out of a fighting stance and came up to Spencer, one hand held out in an offer to help him up. "Y' did a lot better dat time. Y' still can't hit fo' shit, mais y'r fast and y' moved better once y' stopped t'inking. Let's try it again."
Spencer had no real excuse for what he did next. Annoyed with the training, annoyed with continuously ending up down on the mats, and annoyed with Remy for just throwing himself at him like that and for his snarky words just now, Spencer reacted without really thinking his actions through. He waited until Remy got close and then used his speed, the only thing he really had going for him, and swiped a leg up and out, catching Remy right behind the knees. It was more satisfying than it probably should've been to watch him hit the ground hard. He sat up, just a tiny bit smug, only to realize that he hadn't really thought this through all the way. Remy moved faster than Spencer could react to and the young teen found himself once more flat on his back, his body pinned to the mats and an arm pressed over his throat. Red and black eyes sparkled just above his. They didn't look angry, though. They looked—entertained. "Nice moves dere, cher." Remy told him, his tone thick with amusement. "Mais if y'r gonna do somet'ing like dat, y' gotta follow t'rough on it. Y'r sneaky, t'ough. I like dat."
He moved off of Spencer's throat and then pushed up to his feet in one smooth move. When he was standing over Spencer's legs, he held out his hand again, lips quirked up.
A low sigh slid from Spencer. "I'm going to regret doing that, aren't I?" He slapped his hand into Remy's and let the teen pull him up to his feet.
Letting go of Spencer's hand once he was steady, Remy reached out and clapped his shoulder, grinning broadly. "Hell yeah." He took a step back and once more slid his body into a fighting stance. "Starting now."
"Great." Spencer cursed himself and Remy both as he tried to put himself back into the stance Remy had put him in before. Something told him this was going to be a long session.
There wasn't an inch of Spencer's body that didn't hurt. He swore he could feel every single muscle aching as he dragged himself through the house and upstairs. Remy had spent hours in there sparring with him until Jean-Luc had called him out for something or other. Once he'd left, Henri hadn't let Spencer go. No, of course not. He'd ran him through the usual cool down exercises and stretching and had talked with him about where he'd done better and where he still needed to work. At least that was one benefit that came out of the whole thing. Henri had praised him before letting him go. "Y' did a whole lot better today. A whole lot." He'd told him. Then he'd ruined the nice glow Spencer had gained from that by adding on "It looks like Remy's got a better understanding of how y' need to work. Y' responded really well to him. I'm gonna talk to Papa an see if we can get him in here as y'r sparring partner. Den I can focus on y' a little more while y' two fight."
Great. Just great. So he had more days like this to look forward to? The bruises on his body gave an extra throb at that thought. Remy hadn't exactly been gentle.
By the time dinner rolled around, Spencer was feeling better, though a few spots still throbbed. An afternoon spent relaxing with some books that Jean-Luc had given him on Guild history had helped him quite a bit. He didn't feel quite as vindictive towards his newfound friend when he entered the dining room. Any lingering thoughts vanished, however, when he saw the way the table was set. There were a few extra dishes set out and all the dishes were of a much nicer quality than the plain ones they usually used. In the few weeks he'd been here, Spencer had never seen them set things up quite so formally. He was saved from asking about it when Remy and Henri, the only two in the room, looked up and saw him. Henri smiled warmly and gestured with one hand for him to come closer. "C'mon, Spencer. Y'r gonna sit between Remy and me t'night. Papa's got a few potential business associates stopping by fo' dinner tonight."
Potential business associates? Spencer stopped, staring at the table settings and then back up at the brothers. "Maybe I should…"
"Oh hell no." Remy said firmly. Moving forward, he quickly snagged Spencer's arm and pulled him over towards their seats. "If Remy's gotta suffer t'rough dis, y'r gonna suffer right alongside him."
Spencer bit back his grimace and tried to school his expression to something a little more polite.
He'd just reached his chair when the doors opened and Jean-Luc came in, talking to two men who were following in behind him. Spencer's eyes ran over the two men, instinctively taking them in. They looked to be brothers, by his guess, both with the same green eyes and both with black hair, though the one at the back had hair just a bit longer. The one at the back was shorter, just a bit younger looking, but for the most part their features were the same. The line of their jaw, the wide nose, the sharp cheekbones. They dressed impeccably in three piece suits that left Spencer feeling just a little awkward and out of place. He hadn't known they'd be having company and hadn't dressed accordingly for it. The slacks and button up that he wore were simple and his hair was showing, held back by a ponytail. Thank God he had his sunglasses on at least.
Self-consciously he lifted a hand towards his hair, smoothing it back, only to have Henri lightly touch his shoulder and Remy actually reach out and draw his arm down. "It's fine." Henri murmured to him, firmly standing at his side. On the other side, Remy leaned in enough to murmur as well, adding "Don't worry bout it. Let em say what dey want."
Any reply Spencer might've given cut off then as Jean-Luc brought his guests over to the boys to introduce them. "Boys, I'd like y' to meet Carl Tumon and his brother, Kevin. Gentlemen, dese are m' sons. Henri, Remy, and Spencer."
Hearing himself introduced as 'son' did something to Spencer's inside that he couldn't quite label. It warmed part of him and had him standing up just a tiny bit straighter. Jean-Luc was holding up on his end of things just like he'd said. He'd told Spencer that he was like family and he really was treating him like it now. Spencer smiled shyly at their guests and simply lifted a hand to wave when he saw a hand extended his direction.
A business dinner, Spencer quickly discovered, was a whole lot more boring than a family dinner. He hadn't realized just how used to the LeBeau family dinners he'd gotten in his short time here. There was always talk, and laughter, and a relaxed atmosphere that usually left him feeling a little more relaxed inside as well. Not tonight. Tonight, there was a stiff formality in the air, and a current of something else that tickled at the edge of Spencer's senses. It had him tensing up without even realizing it. It wasn't until halfway through the meal when Remy put a hand on his arm and discreetly sent him a concerned look that Spencer noticed just how tightly he was strung. But, why? What on earth was making him feel this way?
Logic told him that there was only one thing different right now compared to their usual dinners. The only thing that wasn't normal was their guests; did that mean that this weird feeling was because of them? Spencer usually pulled his shields up tight around himself to try and avoid reading what he could about people. Practice with Mattie was helping to strengthen those shields. Now, for the first time in a while, he found himself deliberately lowering them. Not much, but just enough to sort of 'taste' the air around him. The minute he did, that something else that had been tickling his senses started to slide over him, hot and thick, and the auras around the men darkened as they came into sight, startling him so badly he actually fumbled his fork a little. It dropped down onto his plate with a clank that drew the attention of everyone at the table. Spencer flushed and quickly dropped his gaze. "Sorry."
"Is everyt'ing okay, Spencer?" Jean-Luc asked him. There was honest concern in his words that might've made Spencer smile at a different time. Right now, he wasn't quite sure what he could say, or how to explain what was going on, especially considering that it involved the two guests who were looking at him right now like he was some bug under a microscope.
Henri came to his rescue. "He's probably just a little tired. We pushed him a little hard in his studies t'day, dat's all." He said, smoothly drawing the attention over to him and then turning it away from Spencer. "Speaking of studies—we got dat shipment of new books t'day, Papa. I was hoping y'd take a look at dem later on with me. Dere's some in dere dat I t'ink y'r really going to like."
While the others fell into the conversation that Henri had started, Remy used their voices as a cover and leaned in close, one hand going to rest on Spencer's knee under the table. "Y' okay, Spencer?" His voice was low, pitched for Spencer's ears only.
Spencer wished desperately that his hair was loose so he'd have something to hide behind right then. His eyes kept drifting over to their guests and the things he saw, the things coming off of them, made him shiver. Without realizing it he leaned in a little closer towards Remy. "They're dark." He murmured back, his voice just as low as Remy's. "They're both so dark. Blacks and deep reds and a dark, dark blue."
He'd never taken the time to explain to Remy about how his powers worked for him. He'd never told him about auras, or what the colors in them meant, or anything. How he saw aura colors was nothing like what he'd researched that other people saw. There was nothing out there that told him what the colors really meant. He just knew. But he'd never really bothered to try and explain it to others.
That didn't seem to bother Remy at all. He leaned in a little more, his hand squeezing reassuringly on Spencer's knee. "What else do y' see?"
The soft question prompted an answer before Spencer even realized that he was basically following an order. "There's something not right about them." That was it; the crux of it all. That was what had struck him first about them even before he'd taken a deeper look. There was something wrong here. He tipped his head, trying not to be caught staring, and let him really look. When he did, he saw what felt so wrong about them. His voice dropped down even lower; so low, Remy almost couldn't hear it. "They aren't who they say they are and they, they're no friend of your father's. I see…lies. So many lies. And—a raven." The images flashed past, little glimpses into their auras. "A raven and an emerald sword. It's tied to them somehow. No…it's tying them, holding them. Whatever the raven is, it holds them, body and soul."
The hand on his knee froze for just a split second. Then Remy gave another squeeze before drawing his hand back. "Merci, Spencer." The teen pushed his chair smoothly back then and rose to his feet, one hand smoothing over Spencer's hair as he went past. "Pardon, messieurs." He interrupted them, flashing a rather charming smile. Catching his hand on the back of his father's chair, he bent low and put his mouth next to his ear, saying something too softly for any of them to hear.
Nothing showed on Jean-Luc's face. When Remy pulled back, he looked up and nodded at his son. Then he turned his own charming smile to his guests. "Pardon our rudeness, messieurs. It would appear m' youngest is a bit under de weather. Remy, Henri, why don't y' take Spencer up to his room an get him settled in. I'll come check on y' when m' business is complete."
"D'accord, Papa." Both boys said. Henri didn't even question it, simply putting his silverware down and starting to rise.
Remy came over, carefully catching Spencer's elbow and helping him to his feet. Whatever was going on here, Spencer was smart enough to catch on to the part he played. He let himself lean in to Remy's embrace just a little bit like he really was sick. It wasn't that hard to fake. His head was swimming a little from deliberately looking deeply at these two and the darkness he'd seen there had left him sort of sick. Mattie had told him that those feelings would ease the more that he practiced his power. She'd likened it to the physical training he was going through. At first, it was going to hurt, a lot, and it was going to leave him aching in so many ways, but with time and practice his mind would adjust and he would train up that 'muscle' so it wouldn't bother him quite so much. She swore one day he'd be able to do a whole lot more with it than he realized without even breaking a sweat. For now, he was still learning, and using it like this with such negative things to look at and feel, he was left feeling worse than he had after his sparring session with Remy. Only this time, the pain and such was more mental than physical, which he hadn't realized was possible.
He brought a hand up to rub a little at his forehead as Remy steered him out of the dining room and into the hall. The door shut behind them and Spencer actually felt some of the tension vanish from his body. He hadn't realized just how much their auras had been affecting him until they were gone and he was slumping down like some heavy weight had suddenly vanished. Remy's arms were there to catch him. His hand slid off Spencer's elbow and around his waist quickly and he easily caught the younger teen's body against his. "Woah dere."
Color stained Spencer's cheeks and he tried desperately to steady his legs underneath him. He did not need to be collapsing like this! Especially not on Remy. "Sorry."
"Aint no t'ing, Spencer. Y' just hold on to Remy fo' a minute, yeah? We're gonna get y' outta de hallway." Remy gave him a soft squeeze and then drew him forward, leading him and his shaking legs down the hall just a little ways. Henri opened a door that Spencer knew led to the library and then the young teen found himself escorted inside and led over to a couch while Henri shut the door behind them.
In short order Spencer was seated on the couch with Remy right at his side. He was a little embarrassed to admit just how much he appreciated the hand that stayed on his shoulder and gave him a bit of strength. His head had cleared enough to allow that familiar sheen of embarrassment to color everything for him. It stained his cheeks as he looked up at the two brothers. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make a scene or anything. Really, I could've stayed in there. You didn't have to bring me out." It wouldn't have been comfortable but it wouldn't have hurt him to stay.
"Hush, Penny." Remy said, patting at his shoulder. "Dat aint why we left, t'ough it looks like it's a good t'ing we did. Dat was hitting y' harder dan Remy realized."
"Why did we leave, then?"
"Cause of what y' was seeing." Now Remy looked up, his gaze obviously drawing Henri over and into the conversation even if his words were still directed at Spencer. "When y' looked at dose two, y' said dat dey was dark, dose two. Blacks and reds and blue, oui?"
Spencer lifted a slightly shaky hand and wiped it over his mouth as he nodded. "Yes. It's, those are colors in their auras. Different colors, different shades, mean different things. Sometimes a color can be good until it's combined with other things. Theirs—they were dark." Just thinking of it made him shiver.
Nodding as if Spencer's words made sense to him—Henri, for his part, was paying attention but he still looked slightly confused—Remy gave his shoulder another of those bracing squeezes before he started to rub slightly in a soothing manner. "When Remy asked y' what else y' saw, y' said some interesting t'ings. T'ings dat made more sense dan Remy t'inks y' realize. Y' said dey weren't who dey say dey are, an really, dat aint a surprise, mais de raven y' saw and de emerald sword, dose are t'ings Remy knows."
"Shit." Henri swore softly. He was suddenly much more alert. His body was still, frozen in a state of readiness, but his eyes were hot.
Remy nodded at his brother. "Oui. He said it was tying dem, holding dem together." Turning, he looked back at Spencer. "Dere's someone dat we know, his name's Bertrand, which means intelligent, glorious raven. He's a bit of a cocky bastard and he likes going by 'De Raven' on t'ings. He tried screwing Papa over on a deal a few years back an he's been trying to take him down off an on since den."
"He t'inks he can step in an take Papa's place as Guildmaster." Henri added in, lip curling up in a disgusted sneer at just the idea of it.
"Oui." Remy agreed. "Couillon. He don't realize don't no one want him dere. He's still stuck back in de dark ages. De Guild needs someone progressive like Papa to lead dem into de future, not someone dat's gonna take dem back. De sword y' saw? Sounds like de same one dat everyone says he's got hanging up in his study at his house. He swore to Papa once dat he was gonna run him t'rough wit' it."
Oh. Oh, wow. Spencer could see why Remy had reacted to his words the way that he had. This little bit of information made quite a few things a bit clearer. "They were sent here to spy on your father."
"Most likely." Henri said.
"That's why we came in here, to be safely out of the way." Spencer's eyes went unfocused a little and he bit at his bottom lip, a small tremor running over him.
Feeling it, Remy pressed in a little closer, thinking he was afraid. "It's all right, Spencer. Dey aint gonna come in here after us."
That wasn't it, though. That wasn't it at all. Spencer was oddly unafraid. At least, right now. They wouldn't come in here, he knew that, and he told them that. "They won't come in here. Your father, he's going to let them go. Have them escorted off the property with a message for their master. But it's too late."
Henri sat up a little straighter, leaning in towards Spencer and opening his mouth like he was going to speak, only to be cut off by a sharp look and a discreet gesture from his brother. Spencer noticed none of it, caught up in his own thought. He only barely noticed when Remy's hand slid off his shoulder to curl over the back of his neck in a touch that steadied and grounded him. "Too late fo' what, Penny?" Remy asked in a low, even voice, none of his tension showing through.
"They got what they wanted already. I can't…I don't know what it is. I can't see it." He pushed, trying to stretch this vision that he was only just learning was capable of so much more than he'd thought. The headache that had been building now pulsed in his temples. Bringing his hands up, he closed his eyes and tried to rub at it, tried to push it back. This felt important. "There's something there, I just, I can't see it. I can't see."
"Shh, shh." The hand on his neck gave him a small shake and then Spencer found himself being drawn in against a chest that he was surprised and a bit embarrassed to discover was becoming rather familiar to him. He'd been hugged and held by Remy more in these short weeks than anyone else, except for his mother, had done in his whole life. For the first time, he didn't stiffen, didn't even try a token protest. He just let Remy tuck his head down until his nose was pressed against Remy's collar. The ponytail was pulled out of his hair, letting some of it fall to shelter him, and Remy's hand slid up into the rest to lightly hold and rub there. "Hush, Spencer. Y'r pushing too hard."
"Remy…" Henri said softly.
Remy cut him off quickly with a sharp "Non." His hand never stopped its soothing movement in Spencer's hair and his voice softened a little, though it stayed firm, sounding far more adult than his years would suggest. "Tante Mattie told Remy dat Spencer's still learning his powers and he'll only hurt himself by pushing too hard. Could feel his headache building, me. He can't see no more and y' pushing at him aint gonna do not'ing 'cept fo' making his head hurt more. De boy's mine and it's my responsibility to take care of him. So either help make sure de hallway's clear so I can get him upstairs, or back off. Y'r choice."
There was a long moment of quiet in which Spencer was secretly grateful. His headache had grown by leaps and bounds and he wanted nothing more than to stay here in the dark and safety. When Remy's arms began to move, he had to fight back the whimper that wanted to slip free. He didn't know if Remy actually heard something or if he was just that good at reading Spencer—or if there was some kind of power here that Spencer still didn't know about—but he seemed to sense that Spencer was hurting and unhappy with the movement and he started to shush him softly again. "We're gonna get y' up in bed, Penny. Y' just keep y'r face hidden and let Remy do de work, oui? Don't t'ink y'd let Remy pick y' up, so we're gonna walk real slow on outta here and up de stairs. Y' just gotta put one foot in front of de other and let Remy lead y', d'accord?"
He could do that. That was easy. Just one foot out in front of the other. Not trusting himself to nod without his head exploding, he let out a soft "'kay" against Remy's neck.
Their progress upstairs was definitely a slow one. Spencer didn't really pay attention to which way they moved or anything around them. Remy kept him tucked against his side, Spencer twisted just right to still be able to bury his face against him, though it was against his shirt now and not his neck, and he put one foot in front of the other just like Remy had asked. Eventually, Remy stopped them and then he slowly and carefully drew Spencer down into something that felt soft and cool. Bed. This was his bed. He burrowed down into the blankets with a soft little sigh. Someone was down by his feet, removing his shoes, and once they were gone Spencer drew them up underneath the blanket and also drew the top of the blanket over his head. He let out a happy sigh as the world around him became soft and muffled and dark.
Without him even consciously realizing it, the first real bonds of trust began to build between Spencer and Remy then. Though neither teen could put it into words, that trust was there. Important things had happened that night. Remy's belief of Spencer's visions and aura readings at the table, taking them seriously and not brushing them off, had been the first step. The way he'd cared for Spencer after had only continued to build on it. He cemented it even more when he got Spencer upstairs and then proceeded to set himself up with a book, and a hidden deck of cards, and he stood guard over his partner while Spencer recovered from the headache. He took care of Spencer willingly, not because he was told or because he felt he had to, but because he wanted to, and Spencer allowed it, not protesting as he would've done with anyone else. He allowed Remy to care for him and in doing so gave him a trust he'd never given to anyone, not even his mother.
As one boy healed and the other stood guard, the threads of their lives started to slowly twine together, the first few strands of what would one day become a bond that nothing would be able to break through.
Okay, everyone, I really hope you liked this! This is the start of things. The 'early years' so to speak. This story's kind of broken into parts. Up next is going to be a time jump to a little ways in the future, most likely a few years. If anyone has a problem with that, if you were hoping for more of these early days, please let me know! I might add them, I might just do some fun timestamps, but please let me know. Otherwise, this will pick back up with the time jump a few years down the road.
Don't forget to at least drop a line and let me know what you think! I hope you enjoyed this and I'm sorry it took so long!