Re: log; marina & russ
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Nathan slid out of Russ's arms like melted butter and momentarily it was both cold and lonely being stood in clothes he'd slept in in the middle of an empty office, hours after all merit to being there had passed. The work he'd been engrossed in at Nathan's arrival lay forgotten, rolled in a dirty rag and pushed to one side, along with the empty beer bottle.
He watched Nathan slide his arms up around his mother's neck like he'd been screaming for her seconds before. Russ didn't recall parenthood that began and ended safe in sleep, he remembered being woken, hiding under beds in arguments that broke like thunderstorms overhead. It was old bile spilling back up his throat, "Are you fucking kidding me," ground glass and ugly disbelief.
"You got any idea how close I was to calling the fucking cops? You don't dump your kid for," Pause. Russ looked at the clock, "Six fucking hours with someone and say two. You're walking out of here like it wasn't no fucking thing?" His voice creaked upward, volume echoing off cement and empty space.