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Jules Scott [Revolution OC: Militia Verse] (darkenedpath) wrote in madisonvalley,

He sat down beside her. He was mentally unsettled, but aware enough to realise he was inadvertantly taking it out on her. He didn't want that. She didn't deserve that. He drew a breath, stretched and rolled his shoulders in an effort to realise some of the tension he was feeling.

"My father was...he wanted a son he could throw a ball with, a son who would stand with him and work on the car on Sunday afternoons. I...wasn't that son. He thought my interest in ballet and piano and singing made me less than a man. I had made peace with that, because I didn't think it was right to conform to his expectations, I had to be true to myself. But it's all coming back now, because of the dreams I had last night."

He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. "He would have disowned me if my mother had let him. He wasn't even at my graduation when I went home a couple weeks ago." His hand fell away from his face and he sought her hand to hold it. "I'm sorry. I know this isn't what you were expecting for a dinner date. If you want me to go..."