[John smiles too, shyly. He's not sure what's more surprising, that he actually wants to meet Poe's father, or that Poe wants John to meet him.
John never wanted to meet Nancy's parents. He stalled for as long as he could, and made every excuse not to visit the in-laws even after they were married. Probably because Nancy's parents were carbon copies of his parents, give or take a few houses. Upper middle-class WASPS. John's been stung too many times.]
My old man- my father, he was all about business. Good at it, too. One of the best. His funeral was a Forbes list who's who. My little brother, David, is just like him. He took over the family business when my father passed away. The stocks didn't even take a hit.
Me? Well. You know what I'm like. More or less.
[It's more than John's ever said to anyone about his family. He doesn't talk about them. Sure, he'd reconnected with David, but they'd always lived in two different worlds, even before John had his mail redirected to a new galaxy.
The stairs are steep and slippery. John walks slightly ahead of Poe by force of habit, one hand lightly skimming the wet guard rail. He can already feel the cool damp of the cave on his cheeks.
Truthfully, ever since the 'turning into a giant man-eating bug' incident, John's never been a big fan of dark, enclosed spaces. He can still hear the scratching of claws against stone, smell the sharp chemical scent of pheromones, driving him crazy, how tempting it was to crawl on the floor or climb up the walls with the others, in search of the best place to build a nest-
John shudders and shakes it off. They're at the entrance now, and it's really not the time or place to revisit that particular nightmare.
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Date: 2018-01-28 02:56 am (UTC)[John smiles too, shyly. He's not sure what's more surprising, that he actually wants to meet Poe's father, or that Poe wants John to meet him.
John never wanted to meet Nancy's parents. He stalled for as long as he could, and made every excuse not to visit the in-laws even after they were married. Probably because Nancy's parents were carbon copies of his parents, give or take a few houses. Upper middle-class WASPS. John's been stung too many times.]
My old man- my father, he was all about business. Good at it, too. One of the best. His funeral was a Forbes list who's who. My little brother, David, is just like him. He took over the family business when my father passed away. The stocks didn't even take a hit.
Me? Well. You know what I'm like. More or less.
[It's more than John's ever said to anyone about his family. He doesn't talk about them. Sure, he'd reconnected with David, but they'd always lived in two different worlds, even before John had his mail redirected to a new galaxy.
The stairs are steep and slippery. John walks slightly ahead of Poe by force of habit, one hand lightly skimming the wet guard rail. He can already feel the cool damp of the cave on his cheeks.
Truthfully, ever since the 'turning into a giant man-eating bug' incident, John's never been a big fan of dark, enclosed spaces. He can still hear the scratching of claws against stone, smell the sharp chemical scent of pheromones, driving him crazy, how tempting it was to crawl on the floor or climb up the walls with the others, in search of the best place to build a nest-
John shudders and shakes it off. They're at the entrance now, and it's really not the time or place to revisit that particular nightmare.
Sure is a cave.