Baba Yaga (allsystemsgo) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-09-07 11:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | evren shepard, samuel shepard |
Who: Evren and Sam
What: The morning after Sam picks up Evren from jail, they finally talk.
When: Sunday Sept. 7; morning
Where: Sam's gang-funded apartment in Utopia
Warnings: Language, tbd
Status: Ongoing
When Sam picked up his brother at jail, there were fewer words said between them in person than there had been on the phone. There was a distinct lack of eye contact, and when they did look at each other, it was followed up by small, but tired looks that both felt familiar and ages dead. They said even less in the Stingray, Evren choosing to play with the radio and Sam focusing on driving. He hadn't been given much time to process what had occurred over the past month-plus, but he kept thinking back on Siobhan, on the fake children they'd had and the fake marriage they were so content in, and wondered if she was okay. Contacting her was out of the question, but it didn't keep him from wondering. He went to bed that night knowing his brother was on the couch. The air between them was distinctly different from when they were immersed in that dream world. There they were each happily married, had children, had family barbeques and talked about current events and connected. It made even more painful, then, to see his brother's form on the couch through the crack in his door, thinking about everything they'd lost. Everything Evren lost. The next morning seemed to be heading a similar route in the silence and avoidance, but Sam slapped down a plate of toast and scrambled (they were supposed to be sunny side up, but he's indelicate) eggs in front of his brother, pouring a cup of coffee for them both. "What're you going to do today?" It was the safest opener imaginable, but it'd give him an idea of how Evren's life was now. |