He was stuck on repeat, but his mind wasn't allowing him to produce proper sentences. His aunts always made him feel this way. Chatting away together, making him unable to speak or even think. Suddenly a new voice interrupted them. "Are you having a party, Luke? Or—oh." Luke turned in relief to see Cooper standing in the doorway. He was staring at Luke's aunts with an expression of sudden realisation. "Am I interrupting something?" Luke stared at him, hoping that Cooper could read the panic in his face. He was pretty sure Cooper could. He glanced at Aunt Marabeth in time to see the most sour look of disapproval he had ever had the pleasure of witnessing. "I take it you're Liam," she said, her voice thick with disdain. "It's Cooper, actually," said Cooper with a half-smile that Luke recognised as not really a smile at all. "I take it you're Luke's aunts? We spoke on the phone." He glanced at Luke with a questioning expression. "Did Luke invite you in?" "Yes he did, actually." "It was an accident!" said Luke.
