#impulsepost

“       i’m all for it, don’t get me wrong       ”   a chuckle, set between a sip of cheap, warm beer. the rumble of the worst band you’ve ever heard comes from inside. a backyard lined with leather and spikes and chains and boots. and yet,   here’s nancy.   “                   but you just never struck me as the type who would make an appearance to somethin’ like this.       ”

Nancy’s right. It’ll take an eternity for Jay to believe that safety is part of their reality. Currently they sit on the bed - it’s too comfortable, this is wrong - gaze drifting around the room.  Why anyone would want them as their kid is beyond them. A broken down, half nonverbal teen with a cane. It screams ‘charity’ to them. Just like Dr. Owens taking them from their parents, but not putting them in the lab was meant to be. 

Well, this feels less insidious at least. 

How are they meant to react now? All bits of their developing identity are gone. The art, the records and tapes, their favorite bunny plush, it’s all in a junkyard probably. Oh; shouldn’t have thought about it. Tears that previously protested not being shed now fall. A lump forms in their throat. Nancy must think they look pathetic. In an attempt to cover everything up, Jay turns to the window. 

“       nance, i love you ‘n’ all, but sometimes you just get this look like you’re about to drag me into the worst situation of my life   ...       ”   he’s spraying cheez - whiz into his mouth, following it up with a handful of crushed up pringles. through a mouthful of an ungodly midnight snack   :   “       ...   and you’re kinda givin’ me that look right now.   what are you about to get me into ?       ”

@impulsepost Nancy's only 5'4".. --

Height comparison meme

Nancy 5'4 & Trevor 6'1