Fletch kept his mouth shut. As Theo spoke, the fire faded in him and his expression shifted to that same, cryptic look — like the dawning of respect. Though, when the man mentioned Aya, his eye darkened for a moment, and again when Theo mentioned his mother. At last, Theo was done, and even though he'd woven plenty more self-pity into what he'd said, it had struck true.
Fletcher released a quiet hiss of a chuckle through his nose. The faintest smile appeared. "Could have just thrown a punch, sir. It'd be less effort." He glanced at the basket, then sheepishly back at Theo. "Don't tell her I've been an ass," he added, before groaning and rubbing his face for the thousandth time. "Right," he muttered into his hands. He strode wearily towards the nanny door, unlocked it, and held it open. "Give me a moment to look presentable again, would you? I'll retrieve you in a minute."