Darker London

Julian opened the door, admitting Aislinn first, before stepping in behind her. The smell of dinner hit his nostrils as he helped Aislinn take her jacket off. It smelled delicious. "Boots too," Julian pointed at Aislinn's sparkly wellies before removing his own jacket. Aislinn groaned but complied. Honestly, if you let her, she would wear her sparkly wellies to bed. She loved them.

( Awwww )

Most of the time, living with his father was really wonderful. Julian had tried flatting while he was with Damon, living with Renee and a few friends. It had been fine, but considering the loss Joe and Julian had gone through when Jordan and Jaida were taken from them so brutally, it just made sense to stick together.

There were a few occasions, however, when Julian wondered just how much sense it made for a father and son who were both adults, to share such a small space. Especially when, on days like today, he walked in early after a cancelled class and his father, sitting smack in the centre of the lounge room sofa, slammed his laptop shut.

( Wellll shit )

Cai was so busy these days, and with good reason, that the moment he had a free day he had jumped at the chance to introduce his brother to the man who had come to mean so much to him. What he hadn't thought to do, however, was check to see if Thomas was busy. It was a Sunday afternoon and Danny knew Thomas' kids would be around, what he hadn't expected, was a semi-family reunion.

( So...many...people )

Julian was sketching, the pencil flying over the page as the drawing took shape below it. He had holed himself up in his room the second he got home from university, leaving his boyfriend and daughter to fend from themselves downstairs. It wasn't that he didn't love them and didn't want to be with them, it was just that he couldn't handle being around them right now. Damon's expectant and sympathetic looks and Aislinn's constant fucking questions.

( NA )