Awakening - Jon
He turned on his computer, letting the email load, before he hurried into the kitchen to pull the whistling tea kettle off the burner. He poured the water into a blue Starbucks mug, added a tea bag, and grabbed a blanket, settling down before the computer. It wasn't the most exciting way to spend an evening, but it was warm.
He clicked on the email from Zohar, his eyes scanning over it. Then he read it again and settled back in the chair.
So that's where you've been this whole time? Why didn't you just tell me? You know I've been worried sick over you.
He sipped his tea, letting his mind wander.
Did they give you a cake for your birthday?
It seemed silly to him yes, but really, what had changed? He was still Nathaniel after all. The same kid who brought over Chinese food for Christmas and didn't mind sleeping bags. The kid with the light blond hair who smiled out in old family portraits, the cousin he never really knew about.
Do you think, after all the things I've seen, that I'm going to hold this against you? Things happen for a reason. You're learning, you're growing. You're questioning, and that's the important thing. It's not about the answers, and it never was.
He looked down at the package wrapped in Sunday comics and smiled. He couldn't wait to see Nathaniel's face when he gave it to him. What had really changed?
Blood's thicker than water, after all. . .