( Stefano wishes he was back there. He remembers that night vividly. He remembers the language the officer used, the slurs, the innuendo - long before he deserved it - despite never deserving it. He wishes he could be in the room with that officer for five minutes. Just five minutes.
And just like that, he returns to this spot, a laughing teen girl sliding into the pool.
Despite the severity and seriousness of their conversation, the party rages on. That's Saltburnt for you. )
And Eamon?
( He does. He remembers more than his son thinks. But he has no reason to believe he would. )
I'm sorry you didn't tell us. You could've. ( No. ) You should've.
( His mother would've ran that officer through with her heel. And then her heel.
He turns over again, resting his sunglasses ontop of his head. They'll remain here the rest of the afternoon. )
I'm sorry you were caught between us.
( Because that's what happened, they didn't yell at him. Just over him. They always yelled over him. About him. Rarely at him. He would still draw him close, kiss him on the forehead. Pour him a glass of wine. )
[ He shakes his head. Eamon was handled by a different officer, if anything inappropriate happened, Teo never knew about it. His parents moved him to another school, they haven't kept in touch. ]
I'm not even sure why I'm telling you now.
[ To explain why it didn't scare him straight? Or how the thought of that priest at his school had him escalating to car bombs? ]
It's...
[ Not fine. It's the reason for all of this, the multiple men, the sex tape, the chill in his bones where warmth and excitement should be. But: ]
It is what it is. For what it's worth, I think you'll both be happier, when the divorce is final.
( Her happiness isn't for him to say. And in ways, over the years, he has found happiness. Here and there. Interests Enthusiasm. Business. Otherwise.
A switch has definitely been flipped.
But happiness has different meaning to everything. He has happy days. Happy hours. Happy times. But, is he - happy? Maybe with Niklaus. After a big deal is made. Here and there. )
Happiness isn't everything.
( And with that, he flips back, laying his head down. He stretches an arm behind his head. )
But it's achievable.
( Maybe.
Are you happy? He really wants to ask. He wants to delve, to know everything. But, maybe there's too much. Maybe things take time. He can't force information. He can't force information. And so, again, he falls into a comfortable silence. )
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
cw continued discussion of technical sexual assault
Date: 2025-06-03 10:58 pm (UTC)And just like that, he returns to this spot, a laughing teen girl sliding into the pool.
Despite the severity and seriousness of their conversation, the party rages on. That's Saltburnt for you. )
And Eamon?
( He does. He remembers more than his son thinks. But he has no reason to believe he would. )
I'm sorry you didn't tell us. You could've. ( No. ) You should've.
( His mother would've ran that officer through with her heel. And then her heel.
He turns over again, resting his sunglasses ontop of his head. They'll remain here the rest of the afternoon. )
I'm sorry you were caught between us.
( Because that's what happened, they didn't yell at him. Just over him. They always yelled over him. About him. Rarely at him. He would still draw him close, kiss him on the forehead. Pour him a glass of wine. )
no subject
Date: 2025-06-03 11:47 pm (UTC)I'm not even sure why I'm telling you now.
[ To explain why it didn't scare him straight? Or how the thought of that priest at his school had him escalating to car bombs? ]
It's...
[ Not fine. It's the reason for all of this, the multiple men, the sex tape, the chill in his bones where warmth and excitement should be. But: ]
It is what it is. For what it's worth, I think you'll both be happier, when the divorce is final.
no subject
Date: 2025-06-03 11:56 pm (UTC)A switch has definitely been flipped.
But happiness has different meaning to everything. He has happy days. Happy hours. Happy times. But, is he - happy? Maybe with Niklaus. After a big deal is made. Here and there. )
Happiness isn't everything.
( And with that, he flips back, laying his head down. He stretches an arm behind his head. )
But it's achievable.
( Maybe.
Are you happy? He really wants to ask. He wants to delve, to know everything. But, maybe there's too much. Maybe things take time. He can't force information. He can't force information. And so, again, he falls into a comfortable silence. )