Oisin stared dumbly at the annoyed man, "Are you going to tell me who you are?" Brendan asked in his thick Dublin accent, Oisin was nervous but he felt brave, for the first time in his life he felt brave and it was a terrifying feeling at that. "Erm.. Mr Brady, I'm Oisin you um knew my mam Aoife about fifteen years ago" Oisin said while fidgeting with the sleeves of his hoodie. Brendan was now the one staring dumbly "Aoife Fitzgerald" Oisin supplied after a beat, Brendan then started muttering under his breath obviously coming to the conclusion that he could infact be this boy's father.
Oisin was sitting on a sofa across from Brendan and a woman he introduced as his sister, Cheryl. "So love, what happened to that face of yours?" She asked in a Northen accent laced with nothing but concern, that confused Oisin, a woman he had never met sincerly worried and concerned about his wellbeing. Not trusting the lump in his throat, he just shrugged. "Does your mam know you're here?" Brendan cut in obviously sensing Oisin's discomfort, "Yeah" Oisin rushed out and then wincing when he saw the look of disbelief on both of their faces. Cheryl then went to make some tea giving Brendan and Oisin some time alone.
"So I'm your da then?" Brendan asked nervously, Oisin just nodded. "Not much of a talker then" Brendan noted mainly to himself, "Are you going go talk to me or are you just going to sit there" Brendan prompted a little more annoyed now, "I don't know what I'm supposed to say" "How about you tell me why you're really here" "I wanted to meet you" "So you're trying to tell me you don't want anything, what money is that it" Brendan snapped Oisin scoffed "I don't want anything off you" with that Brendan stood and Oisin automatically cowered, Brendan looked just as shocked as Cheryl as she walked in holding three cups.