He's not as long as might be expected. He's never been good at it. Sadness. You know. Emotions. Get in touch with your inner child, express yourself, it's okay to be you. All that touchy feely crap. Sure, he can write about it in a book. But no one's seeing his novels get snapped up by publishers and maybe that's for a reason.
Because he knows when mom's been drinking it's not the time to bring up how that makes you feel.
It's a trip down the stairs —who's got time to wait for the old service elevator in this out of time building— and soon enough he's on the streets. It's spring, but he still feels cold, rubbing his hands together and blowing on them. Probably looks like his pot smoking neighbors. Well, whatever. All that matters is the Indian place down the block takes cash and doesn't ask, "hey customer, what's with the long face".
When he gets back he's a little calmer, a little more controlled. A glimpse of Jack through the open bedroom door has him genuinely surprised, but he doesn't say anything. No snarky comments, witty repartees. There's just the soft scrape of wood as he rights the coffee table and drops the bag with its syrofoam container down. From there it's a short jaunt into the combination kitchen/dining room with his own 2 for $5 special. He's not going to wake Jack. It's not like he's hankering for an heart-to-heart over a shared love.
Who speaking of just so happens to be staring at him. Not really, that'd be crazy. But like any guy trying to do the kitschy bachelor thing he's got polaroids of friends and family pinned on the fridge with those free magnets businesses love to give out. Right there under Jeffery's Fast Lubes is a picture from his first graduation. Parents notably absent as per usual, but Sofia with an arm around his stooped neck and smiling with all the pride in the world.
"...You said there was something beautiful in him. I'm still not seeing it, Smalls." Yeah, he's just going to sit and eat his Paneer like the B love interest he is. When he hears (or sees, whichever comes first) Jack though he'll at least call out, "There's chicken vindaloo."
It might be cold by this point, but Jack's at least got to know how to work a damn microwave. Hopefully.
So much manpain in this tag jfc but here you go
Because he knows when mom's been drinking it's not the time to bring up how that makes you feel.
It's a trip down the stairs —who's got time to wait for the old service elevator in this out of time building— and soon enough he's on the streets. It's spring, but he still feels cold, rubbing his hands together and blowing on them. Probably looks like his pot smoking neighbors. Well, whatever. All that matters is the Indian place down the block takes cash and doesn't ask, "hey customer, what's with the long face".
When he gets back he's a little calmer, a little more controlled. A glimpse of Jack through the open bedroom door has him genuinely surprised, but he doesn't say anything. No snarky comments, witty repartees. There's just the soft scrape of wood as he rights the coffee table and drops the bag with its syrofoam container down. From there it's a short jaunt into the combination kitchen/dining room with his own 2 for $5 special. He's not going to wake Jack. It's not like he's hankering for an heart-to-heart over a shared love.
Who speaking of just so happens to be staring at him. Not really, that'd be crazy. But like any guy trying to do the kitschy bachelor thing he's got polaroids of friends and family pinned on the fridge with those free magnets businesses love to give out. Right there under Jeffery's Fast Lubes is a picture from his first graduation. Parents notably absent as per usual, but Sofia with an arm around his stooped neck and smiling with all the pride in the world.
"...You said there was something beautiful in him. I'm still not seeing it, Smalls." Yeah, he's just going to sit and eat his Paneer like the B love interest he is. When he hears (or sees, whichever comes first) Jack though he'll at least call out, "There's chicken vindaloo."
It might be cold by this point, but Jack's at least got to know how to work a damn microwave. Hopefully.