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Feb. 14th, 2013 10:11 pm"I think you should stop pacing." Fry comments, swinging his leg idly on the fence he's sitting on.
Nearby, Maurice is waiting for the first meeting of his biological father, the donor his older brother decided to trace. It was hard for him to decide whether he wanted to meet him or not, and in the end, he insisted that Fry wait with him in case he turned out to be hostile.
"I can't believe he's taking us to a football match. It's a sensory nightmare and I hate football." Maurice says, for the fifteenth time. "My brothers said I wasn't to ruin it for them..."
"Maurice, if you don't want to go, just say." Fry says. "You don't owe him anything, he didn't ask you."
They glance up as Silas has come out the door behind them. Ever since the showdown with Mrs Hayes, Silas has been seriously sore with Fry for snitching on him about the poem on the wall.
"You can't reject him, he's your dad." Silas says.
"And none of your business." Fry says, looking around.
"I'd think after growing up with two mums for all those years you'd be desperate for one." Silas continues.
Maurice turns and gives him a furious look.
"I have two wonderful parents. Who cares what gender they are?"
"Did I come at a bad time?"
They turn around, and see a short, bespectacled man with dark hair. Except for being a little balder, he's the spitting image of Maurice. They stare awkwardly for a moment, then Maurice speaks up.
"George, I can't come to the football with you. It's a sensory nightmare. And I don't want to mislead you. I have two wonderful parents. A third would be superfluous."
George looks at him, then laughs, but not unkindly, and nudges up his glasses.
"I'm certainly not here to be your dad. I've known your parents a long time, and I have two of my own kids. I only came because your brother got in touch and said he was curious. As for football, it sets off my OCD something rotton, all those crowds and sweat."
"You have OCD?" Maurice asks.
"Yeah... I gather you have it too, as well as AS." George says. "I wasn't diagnosed until a few years ago or I'd have told your mums in case it could have helped you..."
"It's okay." Maurice says. "Perhaps we could do something else another day? Do you play chess?"
"Yes, I'd like that." George smiles. "You able to get home all right?"
"You're not mad about wasting the ticket?" Maurice asks.
"Course not, I should have asked you first." George says. He turns and gives him a wave. "Later matey."
The boys watch him go back to his car.
"He seems adequately non-superfluous." Fry comments. "Fluous."
Nearby, Maurice is waiting for the first meeting of his biological father, the donor his older brother decided to trace. It was hard for him to decide whether he wanted to meet him or not, and in the end, he insisted that Fry wait with him in case he turned out to be hostile.
"I can't believe he's taking us to a football match. It's a sensory nightmare and I hate football." Maurice says, for the fifteenth time. "My brothers said I wasn't to ruin it for them..."
"Maurice, if you don't want to go, just say." Fry says. "You don't owe him anything, he didn't ask you."
They glance up as Silas has come out the door behind them. Ever since the showdown with Mrs Hayes, Silas has been seriously sore with Fry for snitching on him about the poem on the wall.
"You can't reject him, he's your dad." Silas says.
"And none of your business." Fry says, looking around.
"I'd think after growing up with two mums for all those years you'd be desperate for one." Silas continues.
Maurice turns and gives him a furious look.
"I have two wonderful parents. Who cares what gender they are?"
"Did I come at a bad time?"
They turn around, and see a short, bespectacled man with dark hair. Except for being a little balder, he's the spitting image of Maurice. They stare awkwardly for a moment, then Maurice speaks up.
"George, I can't come to the football with you. It's a sensory nightmare. And I don't want to mislead you. I have two wonderful parents. A third would be superfluous."
George looks at him, then laughs, but not unkindly, and nudges up his glasses.
"I'm certainly not here to be your dad. I've known your parents a long time, and I have two of my own kids. I only came because your brother got in touch and said he was curious. As for football, it sets off my OCD something rotton, all those crowds and sweat."
"You have OCD?" Maurice asks.
"Yeah... I gather you have it too, as well as AS." George says. "I wasn't diagnosed until a few years ago or I'd have told your mums in case it could have helped you..."
"It's okay." Maurice says. "Perhaps we could do something else another day? Do you play chess?"
"Yes, I'd like that." George smiles. "You able to get home all right?"
"You're not mad about wasting the ticket?" Maurice asks.
"Course not, I should have asked you first." George says. He turns and gives him a wave. "Later matey."
The boys watch him go back to his car.
"He seems adequately non-superfluous." Fry comments. "Fluous."
