Yavin sounds like a nice place. And your dad sounds like he was a good dad.
[John means it. He’s always had a weakness for storytelling, and Poe paints such a vivid picture with his words. If John closes his eyes, he can almost see it. The planet. Wilderness. Father and son.
John wishes he had something to share, a story of his own to tell Poe in exchange, but there’s nothing. His father wasn’t a bad man, he just wasn’t there. Always away on business. When he was home, before boarding school, the family would eat at the same table, but then it was every man for themselves. His father to his study, his mother to sleep, because chemo was a hell of a drug, and John and his younger brother to their schoolwork. John’s childhood wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t worth talking about.
They don’t run, because Poe doesn’t want to, and John accepts Poe’s arm over his shoulders. That feels good, too.
He was probably being childish, anyway. John can’t quite let go of what he’s never really had. That's why he skateboards to work, and grasps at relationships he doesn’t understand.]
You say that like you could beat me in one. [They start down the first flight of stairs, one of twenty.]
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Date: 2018-01-25 05:49 pm (UTC)[John means it. He’s always had a weakness for storytelling, and Poe paints such a vivid picture with his words. If John closes his eyes, he can almost see it. The planet. Wilderness. Father and son.
John wishes he had something to share, a story of his own to tell Poe in exchange, but there’s nothing. His father wasn’t a bad man, he just wasn’t there. Always away on business. When he was home, before boarding school, the family would eat at the same table, but then it was every man for themselves. His father to his study, his mother to sleep, because chemo was a hell of a drug, and John and his younger brother to their schoolwork. John’s childhood wasn’t bad, it just wasn’t worth talking about.
They don’t run, because Poe doesn’t want to, and John accepts Poe’s arm over his shoulders. That feels good, too.
He was probably being childish, anyway. John can’t quite let go of what he’s never really had. That's why he skateboards to work, and grasps at relationships he doesn’t understand.]
You say that like you could beat me in one. [They start down the first flight of stairs, one of twenty.]