king_quentin (king_quentin) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2020-04-13 13:34:00 |
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Quentin had gotten a message that someone was looking for him. He’d hoped that this wasn’t just some outlandish trick to get him out of his room on his birthday for a surprise party. He nearly texted Eliot to tell him it wasn’t going to work. For a split second, he’d also considered just going out in whatever pajamas he was wearing at the time - this time was an unusual egg-themed pant with a bland beige shirt. But he changed into actual clothes just because he didn’t really want to get trapped in a potential surprise party situation in pajamas. Maybe a part of Napoleon and Gaby stuck with him. Dressing better was an unusual side effect of being in a relationship, but he guessed he could have dealt with worse things. When Quentin arrived to the Observatory, he looked around to see if anyone was hiding. Which was when the shriek of “Daddy” caught his attention and he found himself bracing for impact as a very determined toddler ran in his direction. It was instinct alone that made his body move in familiar ways and he reached down, scooping the boy up and holding him against him. He was met with a bit of squirming and little hands reaching up to squish his face. He wanted to move or react, but he was caught up in staring at a boy that he couldn’t even believe he was staring at. One that he knew had grown up and grown older, had kids of his own. "Daddy, we're in a weird place and the people..." He couldn't help but zone out as his son rambled about where they were and what was going on. He was too busy trying to figure out what exactly was going on. “Rupert,” he said after a moment, realizing at least a minute had gone by without him speaking or moving. He was waiting for the ‘surprise’ still. He was in a daze, like a dream, but the constant movement and occasional hands on his face assured him he was awake. “Have you been waiting very long?” There was a curt nod and Rupert’s face scrunched up into his most disappointed face. “All the minutes! So many! More than all the minutes in the world!” The words drew a smile and Quentin couldn’t help the laughter that followed. “DADDY!” He pressed his lips together. “Oh, yes. Sorry. All the minutes. Not very funny. You’re right.” He still wasn’t sure he was done with being in shock. But it was only a few minutes later before he wrapped his arms around Rupert even tighter. He felt little arms wrap around his neck. “You think you can forgive me for taking so long?” He couldn’t help the tightness in his voice or the tears that started rolling down his face. “Don’t cry, Daddy. It’s okay. I’m not mad. Promises.” Quentin nodded, not sure he could manage words at that point. Even less so with Rupert running his hands over his face to wipe at the tears. “Happy tears,” he managed after a moment. “I’ve missed you.” Rupert stopped, halfway into wiping at Quentin’s tears. “Daddy, I just saw you earlier.” As if it was the most obvious and matter of fact thing. “I know,” Quentin said, knowing it was true. They’d seen each other just recently for Rupert. “But it feels like it's been a very long time.” This time Rupert laughed, patting at his dad’s cheeks. “You’re very silly, Daddy.” “Yes. Daddy is very silly.” “Where’s Dad?” The question gave Quentin a moment of pause. He hadn’t even considered Eliot in all this up to this point, but now that he was, he felt a general uncertainty. How in the hell was he going to explain everything? “Ah. He’s...around here somewhere. Lets see if we can’t find him, okay?” He could figure out explanations later. |