Ossie laughs, a gentle thing, not at Dimitri but just in sheer... delight of his existence. That's just being responsible for a young person, he thinks- he remembers it clearly, how simple it was to be delighted by them, how they saw the world.

"The Wyrd was kind in us meeting," he says, and as much faith as he can muster in anything is in good timing and opportune meetings, the Wyrd as simply a path of least resistance to what ought to be.

"My dear boy."