#(poor mac)

The film burns, both literally and figuratively into Mac’s retinas, giving him a memory that he’ll never be able to forget.

Mac already remembered working and tinkering with his dad. It was one of the few times that he really felt like he could’ve had a relationship with the man. One of the times that made Mac really understand what other people had with their parents.

Usually, it’d be without a lecture, just James and Mac working side by side on an engine, or whatever his dad brought home that day.

But apparently that memory isn’t his alone.

Because at some point, Matty watched it like it was her own life.

Staring at the two of them.

The chill from the deck seeps in, and a shiver turns into cramping muscles. He probably shouldn’t have left medical so quickly, but the recovered film was too alluring.

Now, Mac wishes that he was still in a bed, warm and comfy, Jack by his side.

Without his own control, Mac pops his knuckles, still staring at the projector, now nothing more than a giant night light slowly attracting moths.

Matty knew his dad.

Or at least knows about him.

But why? James was an engineer, an inventor. Mac would’ve known if he was involved in the CIA or any other part of the government. Getting in trouble never stopped him from snooping around James’ study.

He would’ve known.

Matty said she’d help him find his dad. Pull some favors just for him.

But right now, it seems like she’s just making him run around and chase his tail. After Thorton, he really should’ve expected something like this.

And the worst part is, Mac doesn’t even know who he should trust. Who he can trust. He can’t even tell the truth from a lie anymore.