Evan smiled. Tristan was a true family man and he, somehow, couldn't help but admire him even further. That, and it made him want him more. It was going to be certainly a challenge considering he really didn't know how to treat kids. He did, however, know how to spoil them rotten. He's not exactly a good example to them now that he thought about it. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak again, he was cut short by the expression the man wore and the sudden way his wife just marched on into the restaurant.

Oh. Bulls-eye. Evan cringed at the woman kicking her husband in the groin. That was not a place to hit a man at all. "Will you be all right?" he asked as he pushed his chair back. Although he'd prefer not to leave the man alone, he really did not like how his wife misunderstood this situation. Getting up his chair and stepping aside to push it back, he stood by Tristan's side and waited for the waiter to come back. Once he did, he took the bag of ice from him, took the napkin he still hasn't used and wrapped it around. "Here. Shall I clear things up with your wife, Sir? Or, would you just prefer to go?"

At most, the police will just hold her down until Tristan were to go to the precinct to clear things up. He still had a couple of meetings to go, too.

"No, we will sit here and finish our lunch, I knew that bint would do something like this..." He grimaced as he took the ice and placed it on his groin, sighing in relief at the cold. "Besides, I need to sit here for a bit with the ice." He said and smiled lightly and pointed to Evan's chair with his fork. "Sit and eat Evan." He said before taking a bite of his food. He would talk to the cops when they got to the restaurant. "She Will be fine...but this is not helping her case any...she is not exactly the brightest bulb in the box." He said softly as he went back to his lunch.

Evan chuckled. That was true. Tristan wouldn't be able to go anywhere in his situation. Neither could he really move if that hurt. The last time Evan was kicked in the nuts, he wasn't able to have fun in the bedroom for days. Oh, those days were certainly a nightmare and he'd really not prefer to relive them again. All that free time could be boring. "Understood, sir." Evan smiled after he'd given his boss a slight bow of his head before he moved back to his seat. Picking up his utensils, the blond started to eat as he watched the man for any telltale signs of discomfort. "No, indeed, " he agreed when the man mentioned his wife not being very smart. "This will give you the upper hand for the custody of your son." As he swallowed another bite of his food, he added, " I do hope you get to resolve things quickly, sir, for your peace of mind."

And there'd be nothing in my way once I pursue you.

Tristan smiled at Evan as he finished his meal, dabbling his lips with his napkin. He sat at the table as he paid for lunch and talked to the police. He stood gingerly and grimaced as he made his way to the car with Evan. He stared at the drivers seat before he looked at Evan. "Do you now how to drive a stick?" He then blushed at how that could be taken, the dark color spreading across His cheeks. "Manual, do you know how to drive a manual transmission?" He asked and rubbed the back of his neck.

Evan followed after Tristan. He finished his meal a few minutes after he did. He didn't have the napkin with him so he took the cloth that had the utensils sitting on not so long ago. Pushing his chair back again, he got up to his feet and stepped aside, letting Tristan go on ahead. He stayed by his side as he talked to the police and stood close by just in case his boss would need help. Upon arriving at the car, he stopped at the question.

It was obvious with the way amusement crept up to his features that he found this oddly hilarious.

"Oh," he started, "I do know how to drive a stick." Evan played along. In what way, he didn't say. Smiling, the male held his hand out. "Yes. I am able to drive a car whether it's manual or automatic. Please do not stress yourself out, sir." As if that wasn't enough, he added, "And, I will sort out through your meetings for this afternoon. I should be able to move the ones that aren't urgent to tomorrow."

Tristan handed over his keys and moved to the passenger side and gingerly climbed in, replacing the ice once he sat back down again. "Thank you Evan." He said softly and leaned back in his chair, his face still a bright red. He had never had a relationship with another man before and was looking forward to getting the divorce papers finished so he could pursue the relationship. "What are your plans this weekend?" He asked and looked over at Evan.

Evan just heard his boss say his gratitude in time when he got in and settled into the driver's seat. "Ah, you're welcome, sir." It was amusing to see his boss' face still a bright red, and he wasn't able to keep his hand from reaching out. Brushing the back of his fingers along the man's cheek, he gave him a smile before he'd retrieved his hand. "I'm not quite sure, yet," the male replied honestly, "It depends if a friend of mine invites me out."

After starting the car, he shifted the gear in reverse and backed the car out of the parking area, before he, yet again, shifted the gear to get the car going. He was only taking the roads they used not too long ago, and they were back soon in the parking area of their office building.

"When is my next meeting" he asked as he leaned his seat back and adjusted the ice. He rubbed at his eyes and gave a soft groan. "I'm going to have to cancel myJujutsu class this evening. He sighed softly, it was his only physical stress relief he had because of his wife. He pushed those thoughts away and looked at Evan. "Let's get upstairs and go over my schedual, see who can be moved to tomorrow." He said and took the keys back before climbing out of the car carefully. He did his best to walk straight and with out the pain showing on his face, seeing as how most people they passed asked if he was alright he obviously failed. He gave a sigh of relief when he sat in his chair behind his desk. "If any one can be moved into here that is fine." He said softly and rubbed at his temples.

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Jujutsu? Evan turned to look at his boss for a second. Well. That pretty much explained why he seemed to stay fit even though he was, well, past his twenties. This was certainly an interesting thought, and it left quite a vivid image in his head. He liked it, too. "Yes, sir." Removing the key from the ignition, he handed it to Tristan before he got out of car. He was just about to help the other, but he doubted it'd be a good sight with him holding that bag of ice for him. So, instead, he'd trailed a step away from him and smiled in apology at the people whom they've met along the way.

Grabbing the schedule sheet he had laid out on his table not too long ago, he turned it in his hand and put it on the table. Evan leaned against the table with his hand propping some of his weight off it. "We can move two to an online meeting instead, sir. But, these others, how about we schedule them next week?"

Evan smiled. "The weekend and the rest of tomorrow afternoon should be focused on you recuperating. I doubt it'd be easy for you to drive to and from your house?"

"No, but I will live." Tristan said softly and looked at the list before nodding, "Alright, that is fine, inform them of the changes please." He said and leaned his chair back, propping his feet up on the table. "Mmmm...a nap sounds really good right now." He murmured, his eyes half closed. "Would you close the blinds please Evan." He said and glanced at his secretary, he did not need the whole office to wonder what had happened while they were at lunch.
Once the blinds were closed Tristan relaxed in his chair and looked like he was about to drift off.

Evan chuckled softly. "Of course you will, sir." He was just about to leave to inform the ones whom his boss was going to have a meeting with for tomorrow when he'd stopped at the sight of the man leaning back on his chair. He looked quite comfortable like that. With a nod that he was sure Tristan wouldn't be able to see, he went to close the blinds, moved towards the door, and stopped.

Somehow, just turning around again to see Tristan made Evan do something quite, well, characteristically like him. Without another word, the blond beauty made his way back to where Tristan was relaxing at and held onto the edge of the chair to make sure he wouldn't stumble forward and fall on him. Evan wasted no time in taking those lips for a light, gentle kiss - just a mere press of their lips. "I will wake you when it's time to leave, sir. Perhaps I should drive you home later." Lightly stroking the man's cheek with the back of his fingers, he finally pulled away to get back to work.

Tristan blushed lightly, his cheeks turning a light pink as Evan ran his fingers over his cheek.
The young CEO woke only when Evan woke him latter. He felt much better than he had after lunch and was able to walk with out to much difficulty. He did not mention the kiss, but his cheeks tinted slightly when he looked at Evan. "Who do I have meetings with tomorrow morning?" He asked and shuffled through his papers on his desk as he readied to go.

Evan noticed the way the man's cheeks tinted and he felt the sides of his lips curl up in amusement. "Yes, sir. Ah, Mr. Yoon of Company Y. I believe he wants to settle the contract before next week before he goes to Australia." He moved towards the other's table and put the folders that needed his signature down on his desk.

"If you need any assistance, I may come over. I took the liberty of writing my number there on the sticky note on the folder, sir."

"It will be fine Evan, thank you for your concern, I must be going so I can go pick up Cale. I had to take her off the Authorized pick up list so she could not take him out of the school." Tristan smiled lightly as he stood. "Perhaps this weekend you can come over for dinner?" He asked, a light tint to his cheeks, "Cale would be there as well, but it would be nice I think." He said softly as he grabbed his brief case so he could look over the papers that needed signing before going to bed.

Evan nodded. "All right, sir." He stepped aside for the other and clasped his hands in front of him. He waited for him to leave, and was quite surprised to hear the other's invitation. In fact, when he looked up, he saw those cheeks of his color. "Ah," he started, finding the sides of his lips pulling up into what appeared to be an amused smile. "Of course, Sir. I'd love to come over." What was all that talk a while ago, though, about him not being able to come yet?

Also, was the other aware that by inviting him, he was already saying that it was okay for him to pursue him? "It'd be nice to be able to meet little Cale." Evan nodded once. "I will come to pick up the papers then on a Saturday evening. Please drive safe home."

Tristan nodded his head and left, when he got into his car he looked at himself in the rear view mirror. 'What does this guy see in me? I'm thirty-two with a six year old child and a crazy soon to be ex-wife.' he thought and shook his head as he put the car in reverse before backing out and heading to the school to pick up Cale.
The be-speckled six year old got in excitedly showing off his latest art work from class, "Oh wow! We are going to have to start putting these on the wall instead of just on the fridge buddy, we are running out of room." The child just giggled as he was buckled into his seat.

Once Evan had finished with work, he locked his computer and pushed his chair back. Grabbing his bag as soon as he got up to his feet, he double-checked his place for anything that he might've missed keeping or hiding. When he was done, he pushed his chair back and headed for the elevator doors. Honestly, he hadn't expected Tristan to ask him to visit their home this weekend. But, he wasn't complaining. In fact, he was looking forward to it. Feeling rather giddy as he chuckled to his childish thoughts, the male stepped into the elevator and waited for the doors to close.

Evan wished the weekend would already come when he was in the office the next day. Apparently, working without Tristan around to tease was lonely. But, he managed. He managed until his shift was over. Piling up the folders that had the papers of what appeared to be proposals, he idly wondered if it was right to bring them over during the weekend. Maybe he was. After all, they were due on Monday. Surely, the other could read these through in the evening, before he slept.

Tristan had to spend that Friday in court after his morning meetings, and then had another meeting once that was done before he was able to pick up his son.
When he got to the school he froze, Cale's mother was being escorted off the property by the school's over weight security guard. "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT! THAT IS MY SON! I HAVE A RIGHT TO PICK UP MY SON!" Then she spotted Tristan, many parents stopped to watch the altercation. "YOU SON OF A BASTARD!" She yelled and got into his face as best she could with her diminutive height compared to Tristan's six foot three.
"Madam, I can assure you my parents were married before I was born." Tristan said calmly, he heard the bell to let the children out of school ring and kids started pouring out of the building, several parent had their camera phones out recording the mess.
"YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A FAGGOT WANNA BE! YOU DAMNED PILLOW BITTER! YOU ARE GOING TO CORRUPT MY SON!" She screeched at him as Tristan turned to walk away towards the school. She threw her hand bag at him and hit him squarely in the back of the head and when that landed he paused for just a moment before he continued forward, the woman screeched again and launched herself at his back, moving quickly Tristan spun himself out of her way and grabbed hold of her arms and twisted so they were behind her. He leaned close and whispered in her ear, his eyes cold before he let her go and she dropped to the ground.
The recordings from the parents hit social networks instantly and Tristan ended up being on the evening news, which he did not watch, not caring about the story that was being put out while he ate dinner with his six year old who was excited about a book he had checked out of the school's library.

Evan flopped down the couch and sighed as he rubbed vigorously at his wet hair with a towel. He'd just taken a shower, and it was only six in the evening. He'd taken the liberty of leaving early since he'd finished his job and had brought the bag of files that needed Tristan's signature. Already, he'd made up his mind that he was going to bring that with him once he'd visit Tristan and Cale. Reaching out for the remote, the blond pulled his towel down to have it drop around his shoulders before he'd turned on the television.

What he was greeted with was a great surprise, even to him. He blinked for a second or two, tilted his head for another second, before he'd shaken his head and put the television on mute. That was some words his ex-wife threw at him, and he idly wondered how she would even be of a good example to their kid with that kind of attitude. It didn't matter if one or the other swung the other way. These days, it didn't matter if one's partner was a man or a woman. All that mattered was the records of the people involved and their financial ability to take care of a child. Certainly, Tristan had a higher chance of taking the child instead of this woman.

The male reached for his phone and he put Tristan's number on screen before he'd hit the call button. As he continued to rub his hair dry, he waited for the man to answer in the other line.

"Hello? Don't jump on the couch Cale! Next time I catch you it is time out Mister!" Tristan could be heard loudly on the other end. "What has you calling at this time Evan?" He asked as he sat down in his recliner with a soft grunt. Running after his son when the little boy was in one of those moods was exhausting. He ran a hand through his hair and rubbed at the back of his neck. Man could he use a massage...maybe he should get one booked this week, he would have to ask Evan where he had free time for one.

Evan let out a muffled chuckle into his towel as he pulled the phone away for a moment. That was cute. It was really cute. When he put the phone back to his ear, he managed to catch Tristan's question in time. "Ah," he started, "I just wanted to make sure you and Cale were all right. You've become a star overnight, Tristan." They were outside. They weren't in the office. There was no need for him to call the other in such a formal tone. "Are we still set for the weekend? When would you prefer me to come, a Saturday or a Sunday?"

"Ah...S-saturday I think, Cale is excited to meet you actually, and we have errands to run on Sunday." Tristan's cheeks were red and he was very glad he was on the phone...till his son spoke up.
"Daddy...why is your face red? Is someone you like on the phone." Cale paused for a moment as he climbed into his father's lap and whispered rather loudly next to the mouth piece. "Is it Mr. Evan?"
"Cale! Daddy is trying to talk and figure out Saturday..."
"It is Mr. Evan!" The child squealed and Tristan gave a sigh.
"Saturday...around three? Then you can stay for dinner." He said softly, Cale's giggles could be heard easily, even after Tristan tried to smother them.

"Is he?" Evan asked with an amused smile. He was just about to open his mouth to speak up when he heard the little boy's voice over the line. It was faint, but he could make out what he was trying to say. And, he found it absolutely adorable how Cale was able to tease his father. Kids really could tell things, and they way they approach things were really innocent. It was nice. Relaxing, even. "Around three," he repeated with a nod, "All right."

Chuckling softly at the sound of Cale's giggles, he tilted his head a bit as he looked back up at the television. The news about Tristan and his wife was finished now, and it looked like the evening news was about to end, too. "Tristan? May I speak with Cale?"

"Uh...sure. He wants to talk to you." Tristan told his son, the little boy took the phone.
"Hello Mr. Evan!" Cale said excitedly as he got down off Tristan's lap and went across the room. "No Daddy stay there!" Cale said as Tristan moved to get up and follow. "This private!" He said and moved to the couch and climbed up. "Daddy said you wanted to talk to me?"

Cale's greeting over the phone made Evan chuckle. He was just about to return his greeting when he suddenly heard the boy add that little bit. So, he wanted to talk to him in private? This was cute. "Hello, Cale," he said with a smile. "Mmhm. I wanted to talk to you." He tilted his head a bit. "It's about your father. I want to surprise him tomorrow." Leaning forward and resting his elbow on his knee, he continued to hold the phone to his ear.

"But before that, will you keep this a secret?"