Jedikiah Price (contradictions) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2022-06-30 18:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !narrative, jedikiah price (contradictions), ~2022 june |
Who: Jedikiah Price
What: Acknowledging a few things, aka "another narrative with thinking"
When: Thursday evening
Where: The apartment
Warnings: None
Status: Complete narrative
It was coming up on a year since John had been sent back -- two months or so and it'd be a year. Never mind that they hadn't had the greatest of relationships even in town -- ha, talk about your understatements -- he still cared about the young man and always would. He knew John had never quite been able to believe that, and really, he didn't blame John. But it had hurt more than he'd let on to most people. Just because Jedikiah was well aware and fully capable of owning up to his considerable mistakes didn't mean it hadn't hurt and didn't still hurt.
He'd had good intentions, but the road to hell was paved with those. He'd had to start moving past all the hurt and it had been easier to do that without John around. Which just gave an entirely different sort of hurt to the matter. One thing few people knew was exactly how good Jedikiah Price was at blaming himself for things that weren't his fault.
But enough of those thoughts. At least for the time being. He had other things to think about, like the fact that his life was going a whole lot better than he'd ever expected it would. He had a girlfriend he loved more than he'd thought he could love someone, he had friends, and Vanya's brother didn't entirely hate him. Mostly -- well, maybe -- but not entirely.
That was more than he'd figured he would end up with, he was going to be grateful for it.
Well, after he got started on dinner. He was the first one home, which meant that he was taking the opportunity to spend more time in the kitchen than he usually did. He was a fairly capable cook, something he'd had to be considering how much of his life he'd spent living on his own. He'd learned and learned quickly -- that was par for the course, though.
He was humming idly as he moved around the kitchen, seeing what all they had that he could work with and making note of what they needed to pick up. It was strangely domestic, and he really didn't mind it.
Actually, he liked it.