( How long has it been since he's heard his son's laugh. A genuine laugh - directed at him. Now about him. Not in the room with him. Not in the room next to him. But, with him. Because, when his son laughs, he lights up the room.
He doesn't laugh nearly as hard, always the one having to keep it together, but a few chuckles escape.
Because one thing is true as his son's laughter subsides. Normally, he would say "You better," and as much as he might mean it as a joke, he knows how it comes off. And, so he puts it more delicately, under the guise of the sip he takes right after. )
I hope you will.
( Sip.
A long, suffering sigh, because he remembers that night. He holds his glass in hand, though, taken back. )
Here's a secret from me to you. That side of you, your mother is the proudest of. In her eyes, you're standing up. You are doing something. You stand for something. ( In Katherine's eyes, Stefan stands for nothing. He stands in "for" his father, or in place of, under his watchful eye - but he lost her confidence and her admiration a long time ago. ) You can't blame us for expressing emotions at you being arrested and, correct me if I'm wrong, our raised voices were mostly in the direction of the homophobic tax write-offs they call cops. We were worried for you. And they were contemptible. I'm sorry for raising our voices when we got home. You may not remember but your mother and I screamed, mostly, in each other's directions.
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Date: 2025-06-03 08:09 pm (UTC)He doesn't laugh nearly as hard, always the one having to keep it together, but a few chuckles escape.
Because one thing is true as his son's laughter subsides. Normally, he would say "You better," and as much as he might mean it as a joke, he knows how it comes off. And, so he puts it more delicately, under the guise of the sip he takes right after. )
I hope you will.
( Sip.
A long, suffering sigh, because he remembers that night. He holds his glass in hand, though, taken back. )
Here's a secret from me to you. That side of you, your mother is the proudest of. In her eyes, you're standing up. You are doing something. You stand for something. ( In Katherine's eyes, Stefan stands for nothing. He stands in "for" his father, or in place of, under his watchful eye - but he lost her confidence and her admiration a long time ago. ) You can't blame us for expressing emotions at you being arrested and, correct me if I'm wrong, our raised voices were mostly in the direction of the homophobic tax write-offs they call cops. We were worried for you. And they were contemptible. I'm sorry for raising our voices when we got home. You may not remember but your mother and I screamed, mostly, in each other's directions.