George

Finn's POV

"I think he's on to me." I said to my grandfather, George, as we sat for dinner.

I had taken an emergency leave yesterday because I panicked, and staying any longer would jeopardize my disguise.

George snorted in response, putting a piece of lamb meat in his mouth.

He chewed slowly, knowing eyes on me.

"Don't give me that look." I groaned.

"What?!" He protested, "I didn't even say anything"

I dug into my food,mumbling, "You don't need to. I know that stare"

He gave a pointed look, "Can I talk?".

"Sure," I nodded, giving him a go ahead.

"How's it going exactly? How do you know he's on to you?"

I scoffed, "It's pretty much obvious, you need to see the way he looks at me. He doesn't hide his distaste of me."

"Hmmm."George hummed, listening raptly. "Is that all?"

"I don't know." I shrugged, "……