Characters: Kevin Flynn and Sam Flynn. Closed. Location: Sam's apartment Planet: Corsucant When: SOMETIME. IDK. IT HAPPENS. /cries. What: Talking. Exploding in angst. Rating: PG
Flynn had received the message, frowned, then saved the program he'd been working on and padded over to his son's apartment. Barefoot, of course.
He knocked on his door, calling quietly, "Sam? You all right, man?"
He'd recovered, almost completely. His arm was still giving him trouble now and again, but if he set the pain aside, he could be fully functional most of the time.
Sam stilled when he heard the knock on the door, surprised at the way his muscles had tightened. He rolled his shoulders to relieve some of the stress and made his way over to the door. His posture was stiff, his lips drawn tight and his eyes focused. "Hi, dad. Glad you could come by," he greeted as he stepped aside to allow his father to enter the room.
It took a great deal of effort for Sam not to shrug his father's hand off. He didn't want to be comforted. He wanted to throw all of his cards on the table and dare his father to come up with a good reason for doing nothing to fight back on the grid. He knew Flynn wasn't a coward; he'd seen his father fight for the citizens of Corsucant. But why here? Why did all of them matter but not getting back to him?
He exhaled. This thought process was getting him nowhere. He moved to sit on the couch, pulling all of unease back inside. He could fake the zen thing. He pressed his lips together and looked up at his father. Part of him didn't think it was fair to unload all of this onto someone who didn't understand the extent of his frustrations. But it was still the same man he'd met on the Grid. They'd find a way to discuss it all. "I think it's time we had that talk we've been meaning to have."
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He knocked on his door, calling quietly, "Sam? You all right, man?"
He'd recovered, almost completely. His arm was still giving him trouble now and again, but if he set the pain aside, he could be fully functional most of the time.
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"Hey, kiddo. Of course, of course."
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He exhaled. This thought process was getting him nowhere. He moved to sit on the couch, pulling all of unease back inside. He could fake the zen thing. He pressed his lips together and looked up at his father. Part of him didn't think it was fair to unload all of this onto someone who didn't understand the extent of his frustrations. But it was still the same man he'd met on the Grid. They'd find a way to discuss it all. "I think it's time we had that talk we've been meaning to have."
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