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Enough politics for the moment. Here’s another Found Cat snippet.
Poe scrubbed at his face wearily, dismissing notifications on his phone. The one that had woken him up hovered there, and he poked it with some resignation: it was a text from his father.
Kes wrote, “I like your neighbor.”
Poe considered that a moment, and decided he needed to brush his teeth. He went and did that, pondering how he was going to answer. He came back and hit the button on the coffeemaker, and picked his phone back up to write, “I like him too,” and added in one of the assorted smiley face emojis, the subtleties of which he still wasn’t clear on. This one had its tongue out but he wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be spitting or licking or what.
Kes responded, rather quickly, “Is he there now?”
Poe snorted to himself. He wished. No, Finn had gone back to his own place at some odd hour in the very early morning, when Poe had let slip that he always had a long day on Mondays. “No,” he wrote back, “he hasn’t moved in yet, Dad, we’ve only been in a relationship for like six hours.”
He should have expected this: his phone began to ring. He hit the button and put it on speaker so he could get dressed. “Papa,” he said, “what.”
“Tell me about this boy,” Kes said.
“Papa,” Poe said.
“I thought you were probably dead for like three hours yesterday,” Kes said, “you owe me at least a good gossip. Come on! Marisol says he is beautiful like an angel.”
“He is, Papa,” Poe said, resigned.
“She also says he is very young,” Kes said, “and that you seem to think he is too good for you.”
“It’s not that,” Poe said. “It’s that he’s really–” He paused. “He’s had a really hard life and he’s figuring a lot of stuff out and I said to the others in the band that I shouldn’t involve him in my disaster of a life, but Marisol said I shouldn’t patronize him, so I took her advice and laid out the situation and let him make his own choices. That’s all.”
“Did you tell him all of it?” Kes asked, sounding impressed.
Poe grimaced. “No, Papa,” he said, “I really didn’t. I gave him the outlines, but he said he wasn’t too worried about the details.” He really needed to do laundry. Shit. Well, that’s what Sundays were for, and he just hadn’t been able to, and he hadn’t the week before either, and now it was a problem. Fuck. Well, jeans were basically never too dirty to wear, and he had a stash of socks with holes that were still wearable. And technically underwear was optional.
“I want to talk to him a little,” Kes said, “but I figured I should find out from you what you want him to know and all, first.”
Poe pulled a shirt on and contemplated that. “Don’t say anything mean to him,” he said, but he didn’t figure Kes would. Kes basically left Poe’s romantic life alone, except insofar as it affected Poe’s mental health in concrete ways so Poe kind of tried to keep him filled in on the big-picture stuff at least.
Kes snorted. “I’m not about to,” he said. “Have I ever?”
“Okay fine,” Poe said. “What do you want to talk to him about?”
“If I never have to call Anita to check your door again I’ll be delighted,” Kes said.
Poe sighed. “I’ll try to do better about not missing calls, Papa,” he said, low and contrite. He really did feel awful about it.
“I’m not yelling at you, Poe,” Kes said. “It’s completely understandable that you’re going to not hear your phone sometimes. Or not be home or be stuck in traffic or something. It happens. I was just thinking, if there was someone I could text sometimes and say is his light on or, like, did you hear a bunch of glass breaking and a big thump, it would put my mind at ease a lot.”
It would. But it kind of sucked. “I wish you didn’t have to worry about me,” Poe said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and slumping over, socks in hand. “I wish I were just. Normal.”
“I wish I didn’t have to worry too,” Kes said, “but honey, you were never normal, that’s a dumb thing to wish for.”
“Papa,” Poe said, laughing despite himself at Kes’s tone. “You know what I meant.”
“I will worry about you every minute of every day you live,” Kes said, suddenly fierce, “and it will be worth it because you are alive, Poe, so don’t you dare be sorry for that.”
Enough politics for the moment. Here’s another Found Cat snippet.
Poe scrubbed at his face wearily, dismissing notifications on his phone. The one that had woken him up hovered there, and he poked it with some resignation: it was a text from his father.
Kes wrote, “I like your neighbor.”
Poe considered that a moment, and decided he needed to brush his teeth. He went and did that, pondering how he was going to answer. He came back and hit the button on the coffeemaker, and picked his phone back up to write, “I like him too,” and added in one of the assorted smiley face emojis, the subtleties of which he still wasn’t clear on. This one had its tongue out but he wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be spitting or licking or what.
Kes responded, rather quickly, “Is he there now?”
Poe snorted to himself. He wished. No, Finn had gone back to his own place at some odd hour in the very early morning, when Poe had let slip that he always had a long day on Mondays. “No,” he wrote back, “he hasn’t moved in yet, Dad, we’ve only been in a relationship for like six hours.”
He should have expected this: his phone began to ring. He hit the button and put it on speaker so he could get dressed. “Papa,” he said, “what.”
“Tell me about this boy,” Kes said.
“Papa,” Poe said.
“I thought you were probably dead for like three hours yesterday,” Kes said, “you owe me at least a good gossip. Come on! Marisol says he is beautiful like an angel.”
“He is, Papa,” Poe said, resigned.
“She also says he is very young,” Kes said, “and that you seem to think he is too good for you.”
“It’s not that,” Poe said. “It’s that he’s really–” He paused. “He’s had a really hard life and he’s figuring a lot of stuff out and I said to the others in the band that I shouldn’t involve him in my disaster of a life, but Marisol said I shouldn’t patronize him, so I took her advice and laid out the situation and let him make his own choices. That’s all.”
“Did you tell him all of it?” Kes asked, sounding impressed.
Poe grimaced. “No, Papa,” he said, “I really didn’t. I gave him the outlines, but he said he wasn’t too worried about the details.” He really needed to do laundry. Shit. Well, that’s what Sundays were for, and he just hadn’t been able to, and he hadn’t the week before either, and now it was a problem. Fuck. Well, jeans were basically never too dirty to wear, and he had a stash of socks with holes that were still wearable. And technically underwear was optional.
“I want to talk to him a little,” Kes said, “but I figured I should find out from you what you want him to know and all, first.”
Poe pulled a shirt on and contemplated that. “Don’t say anything mean to him,” he said, but he didn’t figure Kes would. Kes basically left Poe’s romantic life alone, except insofar as it affected Poe’s mental health in concrete ways so Poe kind of tried to keep him filled in on the big-picture stuff at least.
Kes snorted. “I’m not about to,” he said. “Have I ever?”
“Okay fine,” Poe said. “What do you want to talk to him about?”
“If I never have to call Anita to check your door again I’ll be delighted,” Kes said.
Poe sighed. “I’ll try to do better about not missing calls, Papa,” he said, low and contrite. He really did feel awful about it.
“I’m not yelling at you, Poe,” Kes said. “It’s completely understandable that you’re going to not hear your phone sometimes. Or not be home or be stuck in traffic or something. It happens. I was just thinking, if there was someone I could text sometimes and say is his light on or, like, did you hear a bunch of glass breaking and a big thump, it would put my mind at ease a lot.”
It would. But it kind of sucked. “I wish you didn’t have to worry about me,” Poe said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and slumping over, socks in hand. “I wish I were just. Normal.”
“I wish I didn’t have to worry too,” Kes said, “but honey, you were never normal, that’s a dumb thing to wish for.”
“Papa,” Poe said, laughing despite himself at Kes’s tone. “You know what I meant.”
“I will worry about you every minute of every day you live,” Kes said, suddenly fierce, “and it will be worth it because you are alive, Poe, so don’t you dare be sorry for that.”
