“And from the look of it, those he calls friends are so busy trying to help him that they don’t even bother asking him what he wants.” Vic continued speaking and much to Chel’s horror, Damian chose that time to enter the room and walk up behind Vic.
Chel’s face flushed red with embarrassment and tried to glance from Vic to Damian in a way that would let her father know that someone was behind him.
Vic had already heard Damian approaching, “I don’t care which one’s behind me, they need someone to set them all straight.” Vic continued as Damian loomed over him with an expression that would rival that of a wounded puppy. “They’re like a bunch of kids. Where are the adults?”