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Tweak says, "I'm so sorry."

George Kirk (twelveminutes) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-07-14 23:43:00

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WHO: George Kirk and Sam Kirk
WHAT: Father and son have an unexpected, face-to-face, meeting.
WHEN: Right after this and this.
WHERE: Outside of George's apartment
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

The conversation with Jim had gone better than George had initially thought it would go. Granted it hadn't been nearly as easy as speaking with the older version of his son, but teenagers were notorious for being difficult to get along with in general and impossible to talk with as a whole. So all things considered, George considered it a pretty big success. Which he was on his way back to the apartment he shared with his wife, and Amanda, to inform Winona of just that fact.

However, as he made his way down the hallway and toward the front door, he was faintly surprised to see the door open and another male exiting. All thoughts about discussing their teenage son with his wife were put on hold as he realized almost instantly that he was now face-to-face with his much older, eldest son. Coming to a pause in the hallway, George's expression was a neutral one as he simply studied the man that the boy he'd known had become. He could see traces of both himself and Winona in his features, as well as smatterings of relatives on both sides. Idly, he wondered if Sam also had the same color blue eyes and he and Jim shared. Deciding the only way to find out was to get closer, he forced his legs to start walking and continued forward.

When he paused again, he was almost close enough to reach out and touch the other man. He didn't dare attempt such a thing, though, as much as part of him yearned to pull Sam into a hug. He knew that wouldn't be welcomed, however. As it was, Sam still couldn't bring himself to even call him 'Dad'. There was no possible way he'd appreciate any sort of physical contact, of that much George was all but certain.

So instead he simply tipped his head in acknowledgment and said in an even tone, "Sam. Did you and your mother have a nice talk?" There. A nice, even greeting that gave the other man a chance to simply answer and leave if he so chose. George hoped he didn't but, well, the choice wasn't his to make.

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itllbeokay
2009-07-15 04:07 am UTC (link)

Sam was rather pleased with how the talk with his mother had went. It was pretty sure that it'd gone well, he felt better and he was certain that he wasn't that much of an emotional simpleton not to notice the change of worse to better in someone else. Plus, there had been cookies. Though he was pretty sure along the line of his verbal circles, she'd taken a lot of mercy on him; all in all, Sam felt it had gone well.

He'd never been one to think that perhaps something had gone "too well" which would be the reason why something else he didn't want to happen happened. At least not since he'd left Iowa behind. And Sam felt like an ass, thinking those thoughts in relation to his father, but in all honesty he had thought it some victory to have not encountered George. He had yet to figure out what he wanted to say in a face-to-face conversation with the man, and a part of him (that teenage part of him, he'd thought he'd all but left behind) wanted so badly for it all to come out right. To seem like a man of George Kirk's caliber. To seem smart and collected, and not the guy who tended to put his hands in his pockets when he couldn't quite figure out what he wanted to say, then ended up maybe-hopefully not-putting his foot in it.

Though Sam was quite proud that his expression became neutral and that he kept from voiceing the curse he had just said in his head. "Yeah .. Yes. We did. She seems to be a sight better than before. She's even making cookies again." He didn't know why he offered that bit of information, maybe because he could feel them wrapped and warm, pressing against his palm. As if his mother, despite the fact there was concrete seperating them both from her, was encouraging him and just asking him to give it a chance.
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twelveminutes
2009-07-15 05:29 am UTC (link)

Cookies. George couldn't help but grin at that, the small slice of normalcy making him feel infinitely better than anything else probably could. Sam was right. If Winona was baking, she was likely feeling much better than before. Either that, or she was pregnant again.

He quickly chased that idea from his mind if only due to the mild terror that gripped his heart at the thought.

"Good," he replied, somehow managing to sound at ease and perfectly normal even though he really felt anything but. It wasn't supposed to be this hard, speaking to his own son, and yet it was quite possibly one of the more difficult things he'd done as of late. With Jim, at least, they'd had the opportunity to communicate through notes before having to have their first verbal conversation. As odd as that had been he realized now that it had helped a great deal in breaking the ice. By the time speaking was an option they were at least passingly comfortable with being in the same room together.

"I just spoke with Jim," he added after a second. His lips twitched a bit. "Or, rather, James as he insists on being called." Not that George had any intentions of calling him James. He might, just to humor the teen, but when referring to him he was going to keep right on using the nickname. It was the one thing - aside from a legacy he'd never meant to leave behind - that he'd been able to give his son and he'd be damned if he was going to have it taken from him in a fit of teenage rebellion.

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itllbeokay
2009-07-15 06:06 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, a whole bunch. They're probably cool enough to eat now." If you want to go. The words didn't need to be said out loud, they were so obvious, it was probably shove in the face. However, just as his dad had given him an out, Sam thought it was fair to present one too. For both of them.

However, to show .. that at least part of him didn't want George taking that out, the look on his face shifted at the next statement. It was sort of bemused expression which crossed over Sam's features before his mouth curved into a slight smirk, shaking his head in amusement. James? Sam couldn't honestly recall in his entire life he'd called his brother James. It'd been Jim from the moment he'd been born. Always Jim. "How'd it go?" Simple enough question.

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twelveminutes
2009-07-16 04:54 am UTC (link)

George heard the unspoken words loud and clear but he didn't budge so much as a step toward the door. The cookies could wait. They'd be there whenever he made his way inside. Sam, however, would be long gone by that point and George couldn't say for certain when - if ever - he'd run into him again like this. He intended to make the most of it, for as long as he could.

He also wasn't going to let on just how much those words stung to hear them spoken so casually, with the meaning so very clear.

Instead he focused on what was asked next, the amusement that came so easily to him in most every situation returning at the memory. "He thought you told me about what he did to my car," he stated with a mild shrug. "He also said he knew how to behave. He was just used to pissing people off." George shrugged once more, a light smile flickering across his face. "All-in-all, I think it went pretty well, considering."

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itllbeokay
2009-07-16 05:35 am UTC (link)

Sam was cross between a sting of his own and mild amusement at the fact that Jim thought he'd ratted him out. He really hadn't given any version of his brother much of a reason to believe that he could trust him; that brothers didn't rat each other out. At least not since before Jim was tweleve. Sam knew he would have to fix that and he promised himself, that either version of his brother gave him the chance, he would.

Sam let out a slight chuckle at George's next words. "Yeah, I can understand that." Sam had thought he had been king at pissing people off, but he had to admit that his little brother had him pretty beat. Sam had been generally reckless, digging at wounds only if you pushed him. Jim? Jim hit the nail on the head, right from the word go. The little ass, he thought .. though the words were thought fondly. "Sounds like." He grinned slightly. "If'd been me at that age, it'd probably take a brush towards physical." One of the reasons why Sam was so against violence, because he'd gotten into one too many fights when he'd been younger. It'd been the only way he knew how to get out of what he didn't want to be in. However, now he knew better. Much better. So the words were said easily enough, without any shadows, and with exasperated nostalgia at the troublemaker he'd been as a kid.

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