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“They sound like good people.” He agreed with a nod. “It is a lot better to take that road, some would call it a high road even. I do too for the most part, but sometimes there is grounds to be miserable too. Allowing yourself to feel bad about it when you need to.”
“Then you should have a sea of places to go to. Of course, the best travels are those you go to with someone who is just as excited to explore it as you.”
“Well.. thank you for that.”
“Courteous of you. Well its generally easier not to take it personal with strangers. I hear you on that. I’ll do my best not to be but as I’m sure you realize, I can’t make much in the way of promises either.”
“If he’s your fiance, shouldn’t he want to go anywhere in the world with you? I hear its a popular place for honeymoons to. In that case you wouldn’t be missing it, understandably.”
Once more he found himself frowning, then giving a nod. “You were lucky to have them there to step up then. Seems like you’re good at putting a positive spin on it. You know, instead of the bitter spin that most would take to.”
“If not thats their issue. For sure, isn’t writing.. half of the class? The most practical way to learn English is to write.” He listened curiously. “But its also a fairly broad major is it not?” Will lifted a brow as he asked. “I’m a history major. We do a great deal of writing too.”
It really is quite beautiful. You should go sometime, make a trip out of it. Oh I do like winter too, in the English countryside, or outside Berlin they’re too pretty enjoyable. Real snow on christmas eve.”
“Summer is mosts favorite I suppose. Mine? Oh it depends on the country. Here I enjoy the summer, in Italy the spring is quite nice, and actually Autumn is the one I prefer back home in Texas.”
“I’m sure once they get over it they will find it in them to write whats required of them. That is a valid point, thought I do believe writing is part of any major. What’s yours?” He asked smiling softly back.
“Its alright. Is it your favorite then?”
Will felt his brows rise. “They were only financially involved? Thats.. I am sorry to hear that. Thought it sounds as if your siblings did a very decent job.” He said, thinking that the boy both sounded and seemed to be well adjusted despite the circumstances he was describing. There was probably anger there, hence their previous topic, but all in all it didn’t seem that unhealthy. But maybe he was being biased, sympathizing because he too had a crappy parent. At least he’d had one decent one too. That was something he’d always cherish and hold on to.
I am so ready for pumpkins and colourful trees.
“Autumn you mean? Or are you referring to Halloween?”
“Something? Well it was just a friendly suggestion. Sounds like that might be the only satisfactory option for you. Then again won’t the healing of your hand be slower if you don’t give it the rest it needs?”
“That is good to know for future reference. I don’t really care about the bitchiness, as long as it doesn’t turn too personal. Has to be easy to judge that way. Well we can agree to disagree.”
Will gave a small smile. “The no mercy kind of teacher. I don’t know.. experience wise they are the ones students learn the most from. Sure they are hated, especially early in the semester but there is value in that kind of teaching.” he argued lightly, hurrying to add a shrug so he would not seem quite as passionate about his own opinion as he might otherwise would have seemed.
“I’m sure.” Will simultaneously scolded and patted himself on the back for the feelings of animosity against his mother. On the one side, he felt guilty for harboring so much of it, knowing that his dad would have wished for them to reconcile, expected his son to treat his other parent with respect. On the other side he was proud of himself for not giving in to that guilt like he would have done in the past. “You’re the bigger man for doing so. Might help to.. think of what you have accomplished without them, your parents I mean.”
