" you know how I feel about this, we wouldnt have to argue if -- " he inhales sharply, blowing out through his lips in an irritated huff.
this was one of the things kai didnt miss about being involved with silas, and now he had no reason to hold back - he should know by now +
remember moments like this ? its not just some word silas. "
of course he told him to relax.
one word that pushed all the wrong buttons, leaving him irritated.
that seemed to be the cycle for them, always yearning for the other - thoughts traveling to how he wants to comfort him, how he wants to ease up to avoid an argument. when it comes to matt though, he wont budge.
he didnt miss the stubbornness, his refusal to acknowledge that +
matt was indeed πππππ a kid, and he shouldnt be calling his father sir. like hes some soldier that has to follow every command.
" matt deserves a childhood, deserves to be able to look back and know his father cared. what do you think hes going to think when he can only +
out of earshot before turning on silas, hands on his hips.
" really, silas ? did he just call you sir ? "
hesitating while he tried to figure out what he wanted to say and then,
" is that really how you want your relationship with your son to be ? "
the hand on the back of his neck is familiar and warms his skin where they touch, and he longs for something hed only gotten a mere taste of , he wants to get impossibly closer -- needs it, as if trying to prove to himself that hes actually here. in his arms, not out there. +
friendly smile, catching onto when someone didnt like him was never one of his strong suits -- and it got him into trouble back in his days as a firefly.
matt calling silas sir has kai raising a brow, thoughts already brewing like a storm in his head.
he waits until theyre +
should be.
he allows himself to enjoy the warmth of silas pressed so close for what is probably several moments too long, but he cant seem to remember why he would need to let go.
he never wants to let go again.
its . . not the reaction he was expecting if hes being honest - or at least not the one hed created in his head over the past few moments, but hes not complaining.
the world around them falls away as he relaxes into silas' hold, it was just like how things used to be. as they +
" in charge while hes gone ? while consider me impressed little dude. "
chest swelling with pride and joy at seeing matt once again, it felt like coming home. it filled something he hadnt realized just how much he missed.
the comment is so innocent, and still - matt +
he wants to keep himself from jumping to conclusions, kai knows realistically that if matt's mom is back in their life, that could only mean one thing.
that voice still managed to send shivers down his spine, but he forces himself to smile and stomach the pain of what he's +
rubbing a hand across the back of his neck.
" yeah . . the same could be said about you ! how -- uh . . howd you end up in charge of a whole settlement ? "
the change is like night and day, gone is the innocent kid he once knew , the one that asked him for extra snacks from the cafeteria or supply runs. all these men followed his orders without question, without hesitation. kai was amazed , or - incredulous. perhaps a bit of both. +
walking through the now open gaze, the ex-firefly glanced around as he approached matt -- still bo sign of silas, and for a moment, his heart dropped. had something happened to him in his absence ?
the sound of matt's voice is enough to bring him back to attention, and hes +
still doesnt recognize him, eyes searching somewhere behind the teenager for a glance of silas, disappointed by his apparent absence.
" hey - look im all by myself, i dont have any bad intentions. can you like, yknow . . tell your guys to lower the guns ? "
the person kai sees in front of him is unfamiliar and strange, yet exactly somehow how he imagined matt to be when he grew up.
warning shot that nearly had him shitting his pants aside -- theres a proud smile slowly blossoming upon his lips, matt knows exactly what hes doing - +
and if kai were anybody else, he might be a little more intimidated. now, though, hes fighting the urge to mess up the familiar head of curls -- and he must look insane for smiling in the face of people who could easily take him out.
hands held up in surrender, in case matt +