Alec Troven (
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This is Random Crack because and no other good reason exists
The spatula waved in the air as Alec sang the Beatles to the empty apartment. He was making a stir fry for dinner, under the assumption that Andrew would be back from work in time for dinner. If not he'd just save the rest for lunch the next day or snack later.
It didn't matter in the long run.
He just was cooking, having a good time, and singing about being a paperback writer while dancing horribly.
The day had been good. Quiet. He'd done well on his test in class. Andrew would be hopefully pleased. A little.
He'd even finally saved up enough money - when he got his allowance today - to get that laptop he wanted.
So.
He was happy.
It didn't matter in the long run.
He just was cooking, having a good time, and singing about being a paperback writer while dancing horribly.
The day had been good. Quiet. He'd done well on his test in class. Andrew would be hopefully pleased. A little.
He'd even finally saved up enough money - when he got his allowance today - to get that laptop he wanted.
So.
He was happy.
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Andrew nodded towards the living room, indicating that he and Alec should take the conversation in there. "We'll be right back, Jack," he said, and Jack simply nodded.
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He then goes off to the living room, expecting Andrew to follow him.
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Just a tiny bit.
In a low voice he asks, "Well?"
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There is probably something in between there, but generally it doesn't seem to exist in Andrew's particular world.
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That's all the detail he'll go into with that.
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Yes. He understood his life well. Both of theirs.
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"In any case, Jack is... young and confused. I'd appreciate it if you'd talk to him."
In other words, he wanted to provide Jack with a perspective that wasn't simply sudden new father figure, which could be intimidating.
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"What am I supposed to say to him?"
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"How long is he going to stay here? He's not going to be staying in my room, is he?" First some priorities needed to be taken care of.
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That was the benefit of having a huge apartment. Being as wealthy as Andrew had its definite advantages.
"He'll stay until the custody situation gets... adequately handled."
Which really didn't provide a number at all.
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"You realize the last custody situation that got adequately handled has let me live with you for seven years now?" Alec says, as if trying to warn Andrew that if he's not careful he'll end up with two kids.
One is enough and that one is Alec, thank you very much.
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"It's not a permanent solution, but he is my child."
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He manages to keep his face straight but a bit of him is just dying at how easily Andrew calls Jack his child. His son. Admittedly it's because Jack Is his son, but it still matters. When you'd have to get the man all wound up and in an argument to get the same words applied to him.
Biting his lip, and feeling like his position at home has been threatened, he nods. "Yeah. Sure. Who's his mother? Do I know her?"
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"Her name is Jasmine. She was a dancer and an aspiring actress. You may have met her one or twice."
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"Her? Yeah. I remember her. She was nice."
Pause briefly. "Was?"
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She had been nice, if a bit naive. And apparently capable of keeping secrets far better than Andrew had suspected.
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Apparently! Since Alec remembers seeing her over the years and that's when Jack was a alive.
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Including himself.
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