Re: dream: graham/jake
Uh, yeah. [He confirmed his own growth with a self-aware wince of teeth biting down, an offcenter clench as hands found their way into pockets and his shoulders shrugged. Hearing it out loud reaffirmed it, he was no longer a child, and this was no longer his home. He'd known that moments before, but he could feel it now. He didn't belong here. This wasn't the house he saw when he closed his eyes. Even when he'd lived in it, in the days before his father had sent him off, it hadn't been a home. It'd been a tomb.
It didn't surprise him that the furniture was all the same. And even if it hadn't yet occurred to him that this was a dream, he'd always thought the house would stay the same. It seemed immortal in that way, untouchable. It was a beacon of sadness in their shared lives. Jake wondered if it'd gotten better after he'd left.. if he'd somehow been the source of all that solemnity.]
How long did you live here after I left? [Did his father drink the days away? Did he tend the little herb garden? Did he move another woman in and start a new family? It seemed irrational with all he'd known before, but.. sometimes Jake wondered. He wondered why he wasn't ever asked to come back.]