"So you told them to do it and they're just... going to do it?" They would do what she wanted, as long as that glamour laid a hold. He cocked his head to the side, looking at the men as they worked and stumbling after his mother as she dragged him inside. It smelled weird inside, like plaster and mortar. Must have been repaired recently.

No damp smell. Weird. Definitely wasn't in the UK any more.

He pulled away from his mom, hands in his pockets, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. "I'm not being sullen. It's just all... weird. Besides, I'm not exactly desperate for as reunion, you know?" He was but he wasn't about to tell her that. "You tossed me aside! How do I know you won't do it again in the middle of buttfuck America."