closed for: @greengideon
where: darren matthews house, houston, texas
As X had expected, the day of his father's funeral was an endurance test in the uncomfortable and whether or not he could handle existing within it. It's less a choice than a last obligation he had to the now deceased man, to get through and to get through it as best as he could. With the church and the cemetery in the rearview, he only had to face the reception of family and friends at his father's before he could lay the day to rest with him.
He's lost count of how many hands he's shook while they offered condolences or how many cheek kisses he's received while hearing the same and he's not sure he can manage another until he sees a familiar face among all the Texans, the sight of him making him feel a rise of emotions once again that he swallowed down.
There was no other way to greet Gideon than with an embrace, despite the fact they traditionally had never been the hugging sort.
"I told you y'didn't have to come," He says, unable to say as easily how grateful that he was that he had.
