[Text: Dhani]: Pesach Sameach- it's Passover, we're having a Seder tonight, invite whoever you think would be interested in Passover dinner, and make sure it's okay with your master, but you my little friend, you need a real Seder- be at mine by six -Leib @leibxedelman
[text] Okay. See you then.
[text] Thanks for the invite.
Dhani had no real reason not to go. And he knew he wouldn’t even have to ask Quinten, they didn’t have anything planned. Passover wasn’t even something him and Dad celebrated anymore since Bubbe died, and mostly because Dhani had been here ever since. He was usually home for Hanukah now, of course, and Shavuot because it was so close to his birthday, but hardly anyone he knew, or Dad knew, actually practiced/celebrated that. Dad occasionally would make a cheesecake and claim it was for the holiday, but mostly Dhani figured it was because they just both liked cheesecake so much and it had been mom’s favorite. An excuse to get one not just on her birthday and wish she was with them.
Bubbe had been the one to pester Dad into going to temple, and she always dragged Dhani along if he slept over on the weekends, especially when he was younger. But she didn’t always go, and Dad only went on holidays otherwise.
Dhani liked Leib. A lot more than he wanted to. The man was kind, he was cool, he was so fucking different and he loved it. He was so proud to be Jewish. And maybe that bothered Dhani just a little; it reminded him of the disconnect between himself and his father, and his father’s mother. That he was adopted. That horrible awful rift that his Bubbe had created when that had happened. The one she spent most of Dhani’s life making up for, spurred by the time limited on the last few years of his mother’s life. Maybe part of him really hadn’t forgiven his grandmother for that lost time. For the things she’d said not in her right mind towards the end of her life.
Aside from the fact that Dhani didn’t want to depend on Leib as a mentor only to have him leave. That he’d be disappointed, massively, by someone who claimed to care about him. He didn’t want to get close to Leib because he knew he desperately wanted to. He wanted to fill the void Aleksey and Emerson had left, both men in his position, both equally intriguing and amazing and mysterious and dazzling in their own ways. Men Dhani had seen and thought they were something to aspire to, men Dhani had admired, even loved, for the obstacles they had faced in life. Leib fit so much into that same category it scared Dhani. Maybe third time was a charm... Could he let himself risk it?
He showed up to Leib’s place with a bottle of wine, about ten minutes late, getting side tracked about a lengthy article on his phone in the middle of the grocery store trying to figure out what made certain wines kosher before realizing the bottles that were had the usual handy symbol on the bottle indicating they were. Something Dhani usually never paid attention to.
“Sorry, I wanted to bring something and... thought I’d be quicker. Anyway...”
