"You couldn't have convinced my sister of that," he replies and he sounds more amused than hurt, because their stupid squabbles over the fact that, after the rest of the family had been lost in the fire, Laura had taken to buying him loads of clothing for Christmas while he was still young enough to have wanted video games and other things instead and how those fights would dissolve into noogies and laughter. They're good memories, not sad ones.
His smile fades again when she says that she's sorry for his loss. Back to the facts: his family is largely dead. There are a few stragglers, but no one he's still close with, which is almost worse than if they were all dead. Knowing that his sister, cousin, and uncle are all out there and that he hardly knows his cousin, the latter murdered his older sister, and the younger one left the country without him to stay safe is almost worse than if he couldn't be in contact with any of them at all. Almost.
"It is what it is. It was a few years ago," he says, like it matters. It doesn't. It just falls out because he can't stop himself. "I'm more into fantasy movies, personally. Or historical stuff. I feel like we could probably get away with talking movies and music and not make ourselves look too stupid, right?" Until he opens his mouth and blurts out, "my favorite band is Fall Out Boy, but I typically don't tell people that because there's an embarrassing stigma from their earlier work. ...fuck this place," he groans the last bit, scrubbing his face with both hands.
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His smile fades again when she says that she's sorry for his loss. Back to the facts: his family is largely dead. There are a few stragglers, but no one he's still close with, which is almost worse than if they were all dead. Knowing that his sister, cousin, and uncle are all out there and that he hardly knows his cousin, the latter murdered his older sister, and the younger one left the country without him to stay safe is almost worse than if he couldn't be in contact with any of them at all. Almost.
"It is what it is. It was a few years ago," he says, like it matters. It doesn't. It just falls out because he can't stop himself. "I'm more into fantasy movies, personally. Or historical stuff. I feel like we could probably get away with talking movies and music and not make ourselves look too stupid, right?" Until he opens his mouth and blurts out, "my favorite band is Fall Out Boy, but I typically don't tell people that because there's an embarrassing stigma from their earlier work. ...fuck this place," he groans the last bit, scrubbing his face with both hands.