[ Okay, you know what. There are some things that Michael thinks, no one will understand this more than Alex. ]
So Max went home.
In his head. In, whatever way we go home in our heads and get older. You know that part, but.
Things happened, alien things. We found things out, about our past, about my past, and he won't tell me what it is. He said wait. I'm still waiting. For my history.
[ Okay, so maybe it takes a minute to not just come back with the response he wants to make: Max is being a jackass; what's new? Liz is his best friend and, while she does have her faults, he'll stand behind her every time. ]
Why is he saying wait? Or is he giving no excuse?
[ Because there are things that Alex has been keeping from...most people. But he has the decency not to tell them he's been keeping the things. ]
He said he wasn't ready. He said there was a lot, and I don't doubt there is, it was a year for him. Then there was something about, he doesn't know how much he should say, and how much I should live.
[ Michael sounds as frustrated as he feels, though. ]
That's just not the point. And it's not his call to make, it's my life. And these are secrets I've already waited two decades for.
I don't know what to tell you, Guerin. Well, I guess I do. [ A deep breath. ] I know something about our future. Not anything alien-related or else I would have come to tell you about it much sooner. But I was trying to work through it on my own.
My father. He's dead. It happens about a year after Caulfield. According to the newspaper, he was a retired, injured veteran, so I don't know if that's a cover story or what the hell happens to him between Kyle putting him in a coma and the newspaper that showed up on Christmas. I can't imagine that my father would willingly retire.
So, I don't know. Maybe you can blackmail him into thinking you know more than you do. Or maybe it'll backfire and he'll think you know it all already and so won't say anything.
[ Michael was annoyed, but he stops, now. The pacing he's been doing stops. He holds the phone to his ear, and his eyes close, and he...
God, he hates himself for what he feels. For the relief in his gut. There's a twinge in his hand, a pain, a slight one. Jesse Manes is dead. ]
I'm sorry, Alex. [ And he is. Not for Jesse. He's glad Jesse's gone. But he's sorry for Alex, for the boy who loved a dad that never loved him back. ] I don't even know what to say.
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Date: 2021-01-13 09:16 pm (UTC)So Max went home.
In his head. In, whatever way we go home in our heads and get older. You know that part, but.
Things happened, alien things. We found things out, about our past, about my past, and he won't tell me what it is. He said wait. I'm still waiting. For my history.
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Date: 2021-01-14 01:39 pm (UTC)Why is he saying wait? Or is he giving no excuse?
[ Because there are things that Alex has been keeping from...most people. But he has the decency not to tell them he's been keeping the things. ]
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Date: 2021-01-19 11:55 pm (UTC)[ Michael sounds as frustrated as he feels, though. ]
That's just not the point. And it's not his call to make, it's my life. And these are secrets I've already waited two decades for.
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Date: 2021-01-20 12:56 am (UTC)My father. He's dead. It happens about a year after Caulfield. According to the newspaper, he was a retired, injured veteran, so I don't know if that's a cover story or what the hell happens to him between Kyle putting him in a coma and the newspaper that showed up on Christmas. I can't imagine that my father would willingly retire.
So, I don't know. Maybe you can blackmail him into thinking you know more than you do. Or maybe it'll backfire and he'll think you know it all already and so won't say anything.
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Date: 2021-01-28 12:35 pm (UTC)God, he hates himself for what he feels. For the relief in his gut. There's a twinge in his hand, a pain, a slight one. Jesse Manes is dead. ]
I'm sorry, Alex. [ And he is. Not for Jesse. He's glad Jesse's gone. But he's sorry for Alex, for the boy who loved a dad that never loved him back. ] I don't even know what to say.
How'd you find out the truth?