Re: Log: Jeremiah M+Hannah S+Jamie M+Si M
Jamie didn't care about Jeremiah and the dream. Okay, no. He cared, but he didn't care right now. It had been years and years since Jamie had felt properly part of his family. Like, not holidays/Christmas/weddings only. Funerals too, although there had only been two of those. Leaving home at seventeen kind of fucked with that, and so did pre-pro training that had soaked up his high school experience and left only a couple memories that weren't hard-core ballet. So he didn't know his brother well enough to like, know what nodding was and while he kind of knew Amy the way any kid brother knew his sister, he didn't feel like he knew her as like, an adult instead of a temporary fixture in his own home. So the car-crash of an evening meal or whatever, it felt closer to real than a temporary stop-over on the way to a hotel and a plane or a performance or something.
He watched Si and he thought about Hannah and it was nice of Jeremiah to be like, cool with them trashing his dinner but if he hadn't freaked, he was probably into Hannah, like, waist-deep and wading deeper. Because it was a lot. He sat, and he watched Si drifting somewhere far away where shit like dinner-parties and little brothers who screwed up weren't a factor and he kind of figured Hannah was taking a moment.
He didn't expect Jeremiah. This showed, but if he had to style this out he was going to. "Hey. You brought food." Which was kind, and Jamie smiled like it was generosity and held out his hand. "I kind of killed my appetite. Is Hannah okay?" Because if Jeremiah was in here, and she was not, that felt kind of like it wasn't okay