"It was terrible and it scarred me for life. I started having nightmares. Anytime I saw one after it was like walking past help personified."
Lucius had to clear his throat to keep from laughing at such a dramatic description. "Now I feel really bad." He finally managed to say. "What would you do if you walked into our room and I was dressed like a clown?"
"Send you through the same tear as last time."
"Come now son, it wasn't that bad. They're just clowns." Ivan said. "It could have been worse."
"Worse would have been better. Those wigs and the faces." He shivered. "I just can't."
"And I of course gave Ivan hell for it. Poor Julian was shaking and crying and when Ivan tried to explain to him that it was fake by showing him the masks he nearly hurt himself trying to get away. He was maybe ten at the time."
"It wasn't the most fun I ever had." Julian added. "I guess if anything it taught me to run fast."
"See, there's a silver lining." Ivan said.
"Oh yes, very silver dear." Xin replied. "Anyway, that's the clown story. So are you two planning on staying here?"
"If it's not too much trouble mom, can we use my old room?"
"You know you don't have to ask baby, that room will always be yours." She cleared her throat. "Just um you know, keep it down."
"Come on mom."
"Well, you are an adult and your are mates."
Julian glanced at his father who was looking at his plate and not saying anything even though Julian could tell he wanted to. "Yeah, alright."