I am utterly obsessed with the Lost Boys as a concept. What if you spent your formative years more or less being raised by/as the playmate to a child older then you, and then about your age, and quite possibly a little younger than you.
And he had memory issues, and couldn't tell reality from pretend, and he tells you mothers are fickle and you have been or will be replaced and he sincerely means it as a warning, but he also tells you no harm is to come to the bird who stayed with her nest and eggs when it fell into the water, and he tells you fairy tales he hears from mothers' and nurses' mouths in nurseries when they put children to sleep that are so often about the absence of a mother and the bravery of a little girl who runs away from home (JM Barrie fucking loved Cinderella), and then he brings you a mother.
And you would sooner force her to stay than go back to living only with an immortal boy playmate but when you hear Peter isn't coming to London with the rest of you you can't fathom it. Peter? Not coming? But that's your captain, that's your father. That's Peter, and he's not even sad about it... (oh, yes he is).
