Hemingway. (ernestoic) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-09-13 01:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~ernest hemingway |
Who? Ernest, Jack & Abi
Where? Hem & Abi's apartment
When? Evening, after Jack's texts
What? Family dinner
Rating? Moderateish probably for language
Open? No
Ernest was actually surprised to find that he was a little nervous. It should have been the most natural thing in the world, and in fact, he had invited his son over without even a second thought. Of course he would, his kid was miserable, it was the least he could do.
He didn't try to analyse why he was nervous, but he supposed it was something to do with the little family unit he'd created with Abi, how Jack would feel about it, whether he would want to fit into that, if he could really start fresh with him, if he could manage not to completely screw it up all over again... okay, so there were many reasons.
But he'd cooked dinner. Inspired by spending vast amounts of time in France, there was garlic and herb chicken, roasted vegetables, and potato gratin, investing his time and energy into focusing on that task, rather than over-worrying about things that were currently outwith his control.
When things were ready to go and just being kept warm, Hemingway cleaned himself up, and changed his shirt. Everything would be fine. The kid just needed some company, he needed family, and a proper meal.