Who: Olaf and Ty Johnson When: Wednesday Afternoon Where: Ty's place What: Being a good granddad Warnings: Language, drugs, etc Status: Closed/In-Progress [TBC in Comments]
A good chat with his grandson was very much needed. It had been far too long and, considering the conversation he had had with Jane, things were happening. Things that Olaf perhaps didn’t need to be in the midst of, but was going to inject himself in to.
It was for Ty’s sake, of course. It was for Jane’s sake, too. He wasn’t a terribly good oracle, that was true, but he could give decent advice at times. Even when he wasn’t drunk or high, sometimes his experiences from life could shine through when they were needed.
Which was why he showed up at Ty’s completely unannounced carrying a bag of some kind of take-out and a six-pack of a local brew. It wasn’t quite like the beer they could get back home, but it was the next best thing. Hard liquor was always preferred, but being comfortably sober with a helping of drunk was good.
“My little reindeer! I’ve come bearing the finest gifts this place has to offer and the knowledge of your granddad.”
***
Since finding out Jane was pregnant, Ty had felt a bit of a mess. He couldn’t be a father. The god shit got in the way and he couldn’t even risk touching someone else’s child for a moment. Sure, Elizabet had shown herself to be alright being near him, safer than anyone else was, and if he didn’t know better he’d say she had a bit of godliness in her, but that didn’t mean she was safe. He couldn’t be a father if his child was in danger.
If he was going to be one he wanted to be so much better than that. After the asshole his own had been, Ty knew what what he wanted to be.
He was beyond scared, but he knew that she was too and they could only support one another.
Opening the door to Olaf was nothing new, and Ty just left it open for him to make himself at home before immediately turning away from him. “What sort of bullshit knowledge are you planning on bestowing on me today?”
***
Make himself at home he did.
Plopping down on a chair, Olaf set to work pulling out the infamous take-out boxes and pulling a bottle from the case. “Ty, did you know that these are actually plates?” He lifted one of the boxes up before setting it down once again. “At least that’s what the internet says. I don’t think it’s going to work with food with a lot of sauce.” If it did, Olaf would most assuredly be impressed. Very much so.
“My knowledge is not bullshit,” Olaf scoffed before pausing. “Not all the time,” he corrected himself, clicking the chopsticks together at Ty. His visions tended to come after a long bender of alcohol and other items. Even then, Olaf knew, they could be slightly off and unclear.
“You seem stressed.” Of course he did and though Olaf had his suspicions, he wanted to hear it from Ty first.
***
“...I’m going to get some plates anyway,” Ty announced about the take out boxes. He didn’t want Olaf trying to make them into dishes and just creating a mess all over his house. He just left the room for a moment to do that before trying to find some sort of response.
Leave it to his family to know when something wasn’t quite right with him and leave it to Olaf to ask about it in a way that made Ty want to spill his guts. It was annoying. It wasn’t what he wanted. What Ty wanted was to abel to go back in time and tell himself to be more careful, to not get carried away knowing that he could be close to her without hurting her. He wanted to tell himself that they didn’t want what not taking a second to prevent it led to.
What he had when he came back was a sigh. “I am stressed, Grandpa.” For several reasons. Mostly for one reason. “Don’t suppose you brought a smoke along.”
Ty wasn’t the one who hung out getting high with his grandpa, but exceptions could be made.
***
Plates were a good idea.
Helping himself to food and using one of said plates, Olaf paused and looked over at Ty. He nearly looked offended. Nearly.
“I knew these would be necessary.” Reaching into his shirt pocket, a surprisingly subdued blue colour, he handed one over to Ty. “I know these things, Little Reindeer.” Which could be both true and utter bullshit. Olaf practically always had something like that on his person.
“So, tell me. What has you stressed and wound tighter than a pair of ballhuggers?” There was a pause as Olaf shoveled in a bite of food.
“Can’t be that pretty brunette of yours, right? Jane is it?”