Who: J.D. Torrance and D.A. Torrance Where: A viewing platform on the 3rd wheel What: Literary discussions of the extremely very personal kind. When: November 18th, just after this Rating: TBC Open: No Status: On-going (Spoilers for Doctor Sleep!)
Dan sat at the viewing platform he'd given Jack the directions for, all his foraged foodstuffs sitting on the floor beside him - half a chicken sandwich with tomatoes and pesto that he'd lost his appetite for rather abruptly, a box of pastries that seemed to have been doused in liquid sugar, and a couple of large black coffees. Dan sat hunched forward, one leg jiggling up and down as he waited and stared out at the slowly-revolving starscape in front of him, and wanted all manner of things he wouldn't let himself have. A beer or twenty. A whiskey or six. Two packs of cigarettes. Hell, even some of that weed Bryn had been smoking when he'd gone all Viking Ghost looked really fucking good right about now. He was not looking forward to this discussion at all, not given how his dad reacted to all the various different things that had been happening, and any one of those forbidden pleasures would have helped him relax, helped him stay calm. Then again, Jack was very very far from stupid, and he might just have worked some things out by himself, and all Dan's worrying would be for nothing.
There was a book tucked into the folded-up hoodie that was beside him on the bench, and a whole tornado of words and feelings in his brain that he was hopefully keeping back from his dad's Shine. This had already been a horrendous day, picking up on all the spikes of grief and fear and emotions, but it made him realize that he couldn't keep hiding/protecting his dad from their 'truth'. What if he went back to Frazier, and Jack was left here and discovered the books on his own? Or what if his dad returned home without knowing Dan properly? Without knowing that in some world, a man called Stephen King had written down both their stories and millions of people had read them. He would not, could not hand over 'The Shining' to his dad. He wouldn't offer him the copies of the DVDs he'd hunted out for himself, either; the movie that had gotten things very wrong, and the TV one where the actor playing his dad looked almost exactly like his dad, except it was set 20 years too late. But 'Doctor Sleep'? He could let Jack read that, even with the surprises within it. He just had to explain things first, while he worried at his lower lip and wanted a drink very very badly.