Re: dream: graham/jake
[Guilt gnawed at him day in and day out, a dozen unseen dogs of varying sizes created from this regret or that. Agreeing to work for Constantos without fully understanding what it entailed, Lorelei's death, being so far away from his son; and then there was the things he'd done, to put food on the table and keep his family alive-- for all the good it had done. His expression became drawn, pained. Jake could smile and tell him not to worry about it all he liked, but that guilt would keep eating at him, nibble by nibble, until the day he died.] I wanted you to understand. [His eyes became murky pools of sadness and age, wistful in ripples across the surface.] Told myself you did. Wanted you to have a good life. Safe. What mine should have been. Don't want you to make the same mistakes. [And it was his own fault, that it had become something else. He accepted full responsibility.
The shadows didn't bother him. He was often more comfortable with the dead than the living. But he should have realized that Jake was not the same.] What is it? [The woman-shadow at his shoulder was so familiar he'd forgotten that it wouldn't be that way for everyone.]