Well, shit. So this is what a "real" Thanksgiving looks like.
I am beyond stuffed and for a moment, I wonder if this is how Grif feels all the fucking time. Has to, the way he eats, but that's not really all that important. Looking out over everyone, I mentally note where Thomas and Abel have wandered off to, playing with things that Helen and I brought. Seriously, if feels like we temporarily moved here. I have no idea what we're doing for Christmas, but the boys look happy enough so I call this a win.
Leaning back in my chair, I sip at the cider-something that was put in my hand earlier and just kinda marvel at the whole fucking ruckus. This is how it was supposed to be, right? Family? Shit, man, the Director was really fucked up with his priorities. I mean, I've never been so thankful to be free of his issues as I am right now. If Alison could see me now, she'd... well I imagine there'd be a lot of laughing involved and part of me has this furious ache to know that this was the sort of thing Carolina should have had. Family. Not... whatever the fuck she ended up with after Alison died.
Damn. I actually really miss her right now. I miss all the guys, because they would enjoy the hell out of this. But All I can do is sit back, relax, and hope they haven't gotten themselves blown up without me. Happy holidays, guys, wherever you are.
[Find Church post-meal, relaxing off in a corner and watching everything.]
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I am beyond stuffed and for a moment, I wonder if this is how Grif feels all the fucking time. Has to, the way he eats, but that's not really all that important. Looking out over everyone, I mentally note where Thomas and Abel have wandered off to, playing with things that Helen and I brought. Seriously, if feels like we temporarily moved here. I have no idea what we're doing for Christmas, but the boys look happy enough so I call this a win.
Leaning back in my chair, I sip at the cider-something that was put in my hand earlier and just kinda marvel at the whole fucking ruckus. This is how it was supposed to be, right? Family? Shit, man, the Director was really fucked up with his priorities. I mean, I've never been so thankful to be free of his issues as I am right now. If Alison could see me now, she'd... well I imagine there'd be a lot of laughing involved and part of me has this furious ache to know that this was the sort of thing Carolina should have had. Family. Not... whatever the fuck she ended up with after Alison died.
Damn. I actually really miss her right now. I miss all the guys, because they would enjoy the hell out of this. But All I can do is sit back, relax, and hope they haven't gotten themselves blown up without me. Happy holidays, guys, wherever you are.
[Find Church post-meal, relaxing off in a corner and watching everything.]