12-18-2013, 07:18 AM
"Yeah," Jacob (T as his friend called him, Jake as Kalen calls him - perhaps the boy will grow into as many identities as his 'brother' has) says as he steps out of the way, closing the door behind Grace once she's in. There's an air of easy authority around the kid that no sixteen-year-old should hold, but is flawless and complete as that subtle stability his father evidences. Unlike his father, though, he doesn't go out of his way to exert the control he must know he could easily take. He is just a kid, after all, though anyone who dared to say so would quite likely have a fight on his or her hands. "They're normies, the other kids are. We can go talk in Dad's room or mine. Or we could stand here, I guess, but there's more chance of someone interrupting."
Garrett's tried to give his kid as close to a normal life as possible, that's obvious - it's equally obvious that he hasn't been entirely successful. Jacob is wary, and quick to go on the defensive. And then there's the phone, and he says, "I want to talk to Dad. Or Kalen." And lagging behind enough to be an obvious afterthought, "Please."
Garrett's tried to give his kid as close to a normal life as possible, that's obvious - it's equally obvious that he hasn't been entirely successful. Jacob is wary, and quick to go on the defensive. And then there's the phone, and he says, "I want to talk to Dad. Or Kalen." And lagging behind enough to be an obvious afterthought, "Please."