WHO Lucas Friar & OTA WHAT Getting stood up for pie WHEN Wednesday afternoon WHERE Hinkles WARNINGS TBD, probably none STATUS Open | Incomplete
Lucas had expected that Dean wouldn't show up for their weekly pie date after the fiasco that was the end of last week, but that didn't mean he wasn't a tiny bit hopeful that he'd be wrong. He didn't actually want to talk about how much it had hurt to be rejected by his dad, to have that pain compounded by the loss and regret of losing the man who'd raised him. He'd spent the better part of Monday afternoon and Tuesday attached to Cam's side in an attempt to process everything that had happened. It had all just been a lot of really bad things. Lucas hated when Dome stuff was like that. He liked it better when he got new memories of yet another life where he and Riley got to live happily ever after. Pain and misery weren't ever things he wanted to feel.
He'd waited a good half hour before he'd finally given in and ordered a slice of pie. Lucas didn't care that all the waitresses were looking at him, feeling sorry for him when they didn't even understand why he was looking like a kicked puppy abandoned on the side of the road. He didn't even really care to eat his slice of pie, but when it was brought to him, Lucas dutifully took a forkful and put it in his mouth. Just as he was about to get another bite, someone moved the stool next to his and Lucas looked up. For one brief moment, he was excited. And then he saw that it wasn't Dean and his whole expression just fell, the hurt and rejection rising to the surface yet again.
"Sorry," he muttered. "Thought you were someone else." There wasn't any point in trying to save the seat. Dean wasn't going to show.