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"No, I don’t believe so. Just filled up the tank this morning." He sighs, readjusting his suit jacket. "Lead the way…son." He keeps his head ducked down low, gazing at his feet, at the floor, tired of the sight of happy children, smiling mothers and fathers, people seeming to burst with joy and energy. He swallows thickly, stretches slowly, tiredly, before looking up at the other blue eyed man, a weak smile on his lips. "Lead the way."
Nick offers his own weak smile and he leads him out the lonely church, hopping into his car once he’s sure Alan is at his. The ride feels long and Nick is grateful when they pull up to his little cottage. Stepping out, he grins at his friend. “Hope you didn’t get too lost on the way here.”
"Oh, my goodness! Calm down, boy!" Alan laughs, scooping a huge, heaping serving of scrambled eggs onto a plate, adding a piece of toast. "So bouncy today."
"It’s better than him being scared." Ellie whispers, smiling and kissing his lips as she fixes a plate for herself, and then her husband.
"Couldn’t agree more." He sighs, and pours a glass of apple juice, before heading for the back door. "Alright, kiddo. You’re going to have to open the door for Mommy and Daddy." He smiles.
Nick nearly trips in his sprint to the door, jumping up to reach and turn the handle. He pulls the door back on his tippy-toes and waits for his parents to pass through.
"Alright." He says quietly, rising to his feet. "Alright…mind if I follow behind in my truck? I-…I don’t want to stay around your place too long…"
Nick nods, pulling from his grip. He feels foolish suddenly. Perhaps it had only been allergies. He himself was suffering pretty badly from them today.
No. He’s sure this is the right thing to do. “All right. Need to stop off for gas anywhere?”
His breath catches in his throat, his arms hovering hesitantly above the young man, before he pats his upper back, awkwardly. “It’s…it’s just allergies…son.” He whispers, before his arms settle around him, and he rests his chin on his head. “Nick…Nicky, it’s okay. I just need some allergy medication…”
"Look," he murmured, enjoying the gentle hold, "Why don’t we get out of here? The day’s going to waste." He sniffles again and sneezes, careful to not sneeze on the man.
His eyes are misting, welling up with hot tears. He wipes at them quickly, trying to hide his face from the lad. “What is there to apologize for?” He says quietly, hiding the wobble in his voice with a cough. “Allergies. The pollen is maddening this year. You have any allergy meds on you?”
Enough of this. It’s breaking his heart.
Nick all but throws himself at him in a fierce hug, holding tight to the distraught man. He rests his head upon his shoulder and just holds him. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, “It’s okay—” Hesitates, he hesitates— “Dad. It’s okay, Dad.”
"You got any kids?" He says suddenly, staring at all the little tykes running around the sanctuary. "I never really liked them. I thought they were loud and messy, and sticky and smelly. Then…I got to know a few." He swallows thickly, almost compelled to jump up and grab one of the little ones that’s just tripped and fallen…but the child is tough, and springs up as though nothing happened, rushing to their waiting parent. "I’m fifty-four years old, Nick…it’s too late for me to have my own children." He snorts, sadly. "I almost asked a coworker to pair me up with a single mother."
His offer is ignored and he looks away, slightly embarrassed. “No, no kids.” Not that it was too late for him; he was only twenty-nine. Still, a lot of people had families by now. He still feels too young, deep down. To think of himself as a father is a shock.
"Well…" He wishes he knew how to comfort him. How could he? How could he possibly? It’s then that he realizes the magnitude of Alan considering him a son and feels bad for ever feeling uncomfortable with it. It’s not him he minds, per se; but things haven’t been good with his own father, and to see someone so caring…
He doesn’t know how to deal with that.
"I’m sorry," Nick finally manages. Call him it, a voice urges, call him ‘dad’ and make his day. And yet, he cannot.
"It was." The paleontologist agrees, staring at the stained glass windows. "And the building is beautiful. I think I might come back…just for the heck of it."
A child runs up to them, a little girl, no older than five. Her hair is chestnut and unruly, pulled back in a ponytail, and her eyes shine a shade of green Alan’s never seen in any human eye. She grabs the sides of her vibrant pink dress, curtsying to them, and hands them each a small bag of candy. “I made these in Sunday school.” She says shyly. “My teacher said I should give them to someone I’ve never met before, so I can meet new people.” She giggles, and hugs the younger man, first, and then Alan.
His blue eyes widen, but as her arms tighten around his neck, he finds it feels more welcome than he could have ever anticipated. His large arms swallow up the child, and he rests in her hug, holding on for as long as she’ll allow, because, oh, does he ever need a hug. “Thank you.” He says quietly, smiling as she waves goodbye, before bounding off to her grinning parents. His smile disappears, sadly, and he stares down at the small, pale green bag of goodies, sighing.
The exchange is not lost on Nick: he notes the tightening hold, the misty look of Alan’s eyes when she leaves. He studies him for a few moments, thinking. “Hey,” he begins softly, “Would you like to come back to my place? I’m making a ham for Easter dinner, and it’s awfully big…”
"You need to eat, first." He hums, nuzzling the tiny nose with his own. "Or, if you want, we could have breakfast outside! We haven’t done that one in a while, have we? It’s nice enough to do it…"
Nick wiggles from his grasp, bouncing up and down on the floor in delight. “Outside!” He spins around while bouncing. “Outside, outside, outside!”