Re: dream: graham/jake
[Graham hadn't meant to make him uncomfortable. This was no longer his home either; it was his past. Now, home was-- well, home had been an apartment in Las Vegas, though it had been more a place to live than anything with real meaning. And now, now there was nothing. A prison in the middle of a zombie wasteland. What was home? Memories of a life in sepia that had once been happy? The ghost of a woman who would haunt him until the day he joined her? This house hadn't always been so quiet, so full of shadows. It hadn't always been a tomb. But Jake had been too young to remember. He wished, as he had countless times in the past, that things had been different. That Death hadn't ever made their acquaintance.]
Couple years. [Before he'd defected. Before the house didn't matter so much, because Jake was gone and Lorelei already followed him wherever he went. He took another step forward, closer, afraid that his son might just be another ghost. Like the one over his shoulder, a shadow slowly taking shape.] Didn't want to send you away. Thought it was the best thing for you.