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Douglas Hammond (doug_hammond) wrote in omega_reality,

Doug snorted. It was all so absurd, from the lack of friends to the insane cop. "I know, TJ. I get that, but I'm telling you, he doesn't sound like he's lying and yes he's an undercover cop, but I sat in the Situation Room. I know when people lie." Politics certainly taught you how to read people, or maybe you succeeded in politics if you knew how to read people.

He put an arm around TJ's waist, watching his fingers over over the keys. "I'm sure she didn't handle it right. Mom panics when you're involved. She starts thinking about things that need to be done and doesn't remember that you're not following her, because it's not what you do. She also wants to protect you. You go missing an hour and I get a phone call. We don't see you for half a day, and every discussion starts with 'have you spoken with your brother'. You know between her and Nana, I'm not sure who cares less if I'm around. I'm only a way to get to you." It didn't even matter how much he tried. It was always about TJ and what he needed.

Dough shrugged. "I'm here, in Pittsburgh, with no money, no job. I can't be that sane." He smiled back. "Yeah, that sounds about right."