Re: theater quicklog: Jamie/Ren
Way into professional stuff didn't sound like she was like, the MOM kind of mom, the whole, into-your-stuff type mom that Jamie figured maybe his mom, before the house of death and everything went to shit, might have been. The live in nanny and the boarding school sounded way fucking awful, and Jamie squeezed the guy's forearm, warm fingers to black material and pressure. "So like, your uncle saw you summers, and your parents didn't? And she spent summer with who, your parents?"
Which way explained the jealousy but like, Jamie didn't think family like, waited for you to figure out if you wanted it or not. His own wasn't like, CLOSE - there was too much stuff jammed through the gaps like weeds growing and spreading to break shit up. But like, he didn't get the scared thing. Ren's magic had been summoning beer-bottles and shit for Jamie and he was happily oblivious to shit getting weird.
"Yeah you are," Jamie agreed, with the whole thing of like, dealing with it. "So suck it up, and deal. Maybe she'll surprise you."