[This holiday had long been associated with bad thoughts for Joaquin. As much as he wanted to honor the spirit of his father it always upset him when he thought of how young he had died, and how young their family had been when it all fell to pieces. But this year was different. Not only because they had only just celebrated the Day of the Dead back home only two months before (time was so weird here) but because technically... if this world was at all tied to theirs, then now everyone they had ever known back home was dead too. And had been for a long, long time.
Sighing, Joaquin stood just outside Manolo's door for a moment before reaching up to knock. Again, as much as it pained him to have to do this, it was part of the grieving process and it could help. It could help him too, perhaps, in letting go. But that would come later. For now, he wanted to be there for Manolo.]
Hey, buddy. Did you want some company for a while?
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Nov. 2, sometime in the evening
Date: 2015-10-30 01:38 pm (UTC)Sighing, Joaquin stood just outside Manolo's door for a moment before reaching up to knock. Again, as much as it pained him to have to do this, it was part of the grieving process and it could help. It could help him too, perhaps, in letting go. But that would come later. For now, he wanted to be there for Manolo.]
Hey, buddy. Did you want some company for a while?