-- anything's possible !

what did once start out as an out of the ordinary house-call, as a favor, has by now migrated away from all things strictly professional. which, in itself, brings along countless questions, concerns and rules that have been broken – but sitting here, on a kitchen table with jason, feels so comfortable that mendel can’t find a good enough reason to stop. the formal address makes him smile, hands locking together in his lap as he turns his head towards jason. as quickly as it had appeared, though, the smile freezes on his face and a cold shiver runs down his spine. oh god. oh no. he makes a move to slide off the table and tries to find the quickest way to escape.

❝ i should – i forgot to…. feed my cat. ❞

he does, in fact, not have a cat.

      MENDEL’S NOT GETTING AWAY   that easy !    lanky arm reaches out to the man,  taking him by the hand to pull him back   -   he’s by no means strong enough to restrain the man,  but he hopes the gesture keeps him there nonetheless.    “  i just want to talk,  ”   he insists,   words unbefitting for an eleven year old boy.     and as certain as he sounds  (  he has practiced this conversation a billion times over in his head  ),   there’s a discomfort clear in his features that proves what he says next      -       “  this is  JUST  as embarrassing for me as it is for you.  ”                jason’s hand falls back into his lap,  gaze dropping to his thumbs twiddling nervously.   he refuses to look up,   but every internal battle is all over his face   (  WHAT DO I DO ?  WHAT DO I SAY ?  HOW DO I ASK ?  WHAT DO I HOPE FOR ?  ).    the boy takes a deep breath,  tenses up his shoulders,  and lets it out:    “   but i wonder if it’s  ever...   crossed your mind?  ”

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“i hate thanksgiving– the pilgrims were murderers and turkey tastes like napkins.”

MEMES  /  ACCEPTING !

MEMES  /  ACCEPTING !

    ‘  RUNNING AWAY  ’  may be too strong a word for what jason does.    after all,   he always goes home !    is safe between sheets in his mother’s home before the streetlights go up.   still,   he knows his family hates it    -    hates him out in the city on his own.     &  so the  LAST  thing he planned was to run into his father     (  it’s not his weekend  )    smack on the path in central park.    boy holds tight to his backpack straps,   embarrassment creeping onto him   -   knowing he’s caught doing something  WRONG !        “  uh .     hi.  ” 

     THIS IS THERAPY !   but the relationship between jason  &  his psychiatrist    (  and the relationship between the psychiatrist  and  his mother  )  feels like it’s gone far beyond those lines.   now,    when mendel comes over,   it feels more comfortable   -   more like those  FAMILY DINNERS  he is a constant guest at.    as they sit  side - by - side  on the tabletop,    HESITANCE  rolls off of the boy in waves.    something stewing  just  below the surface.        finally,    with a deep inhale,   he decides to speak:       “  mr mendel    -   ”   jason is anything but stupid.    and he can read those two like a book.     “   as regarding your  INTENTIONS  to my mother.  .  .  ”   

i just deleted pretty much ALL of my drafts.  i think its part of wht was just Dragging me down on This blog  ( also i’m having Excessive muse for fandoms completely unrelated 2 theatre which kinda pulls me out of Here,  but i wanna get back ).  but i deleted everything & am planning to try n write here some more just w/ new stuff. so that said,   LIKE FOR A STARTER !   please specify muse !

the answer took him by S U R P R I S E, surely, he knew that his dad was not the only ASSHOLE in town, but to hear the bitter truth from someone else felt almost SURREAL. ❛ — oh.     ❜  he felt somewhat B A D for bringing it up (   maybe now wasn’t the time…  )  but in all NERVOUSNESS, he couldn’t seem to pick up on the obvious signs that jason was clearly not in the mood. ❛ was he always like that   ? or did — did he change  ?   sorry for all the questions i just... curious. ❜