Re: dream: graham/jake
[Neither of them belonged. Present in the past, and Graham's strongest memories were of a child, a little boy, whom he'd only imagined would grow up to be the young man who stood before him now. Sporadic visits and phone calls were fuzzier, like yellowed snapshots contrasted against high quality photos. But then, he was so good at living in the past; he didn't know how to let go.]
Jake. [Acknowledgment. If he was a bad father, and he knew he likely was, it wasn't lack of love or disinterest that made him that way. Had Lorelei lived, he might have been the kind of father his own was, the kind he had wanted to be. In a house of silence and shadow he saw his son's smile, and it was not bitter or angry as it sometimes was in his nightmares. He took a step forward.] You got big. [What all fathers said. He might have said it before, probably had. But it was still true. He didn't get much of this, of face to face interaction. A beat, and he tried for a smile.]