Tristan Cadwalader (profjuicebox) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-06-05 18:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | danny suffield, tristan cadwalader |
Who: Tristan and Danny
What: Tristan wants to help Danny, and cook him dinner
When: 6pm, 6/5 Thursday
Where: Tristan's apartment
Warnings: DANNY, blood, gore, horror themes, sadness
Status: complete
Normally it was a lot harder to get a child out of an orphanage when you weren't family, or adopting them, or anyone really who deserved any kind of guardian status. Danny was an exception. The staff seemed more than eager to allow Tristan to take him out of their establishment for the night, they had even suggested he keep the boy overnight. It angered Tristan that they would be so callous and heartless towards a young child like this but it also worked out for his benefit so he chose not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Picking up Danny had been easy enough but it wasn't an entirely pleasant experience for either of them. He really wanted to have a word with the staff about how rude they were when it came to Danny. He was far too young to be forced to suffer their ignorance. Even if Tristan had thought retrieving Danny was rough he would have done it a million times over instead of taking him on the bus.
Needless to say taking Danny on the bus wasn't without its trials and tribulations. He held the boy's hand and guided him through the entire trip, distracting him from everything as best he could and apologizing for not having a car of his own. It was the only time that he felt remorse over not having a car.
Finally they exited the bus and climbed the stairs to Tristan's apartment. He could order in but he felt like he owed something more to the boy if he was going to drag him out of the orphanage for the night, knowing that he more than likely wasn't exactly fond of such change. So a home cooked meal was in order. Fine enough, Tristan wasn't a horrible cook. He'd learned with Amelia and since then he'd kept making himself food and eventually he'd gotten acceptably good at it.
He had hoisted Danny up to sit on the kitchen counter while he moved from counter to counter preparing spaghetti. They hadn't spoken much past filler conversation about their surroundings on the trip over so Tristan finally started to relax and asked "How are you?"