[ cont from here with @edmund-elofsen ]
It wasn’t... ever that Dhani had seen Edmund this upset. The reverse plenty of times. Edmund had been around more often for some of Dhani’s more emotional and harder years. Dhani didn’t know what to do... Luckily his own mother was behind him, following him. It was unnerving it first. Now he liked it. Now he knew when the magic of whatever the island was doing was over he wouldn’t want her to go.
He wondered if she was it. Or maybe Bubbe would show up. Or maybe his biological parents. He wondered if he’d see his birth mother’s face for the first time or if magic only extended as far as his own memories. In which case his father would look like the handful of pictures the university website had and his mother a mystery. He didn’t think the hauntings were real, not really. He was lucky to have a good one.
“Baby, go talk to him. He looks so lonely.” Donna spoke gently, encouragingly to her son. Her hand moved to touch his shoulder and he felt a coldness, glancing back. It didn’t actually touch. Ghosts and all.
“Yeah,” Dhani gave a nod, grateful his mom was there. He might’ve done anyway. He liked Edmund, even if he didn’t always think Edmund liked him.
“Hey, Ed.” Dhani walked up, not making any attempt to hide that he’d seen Edmund so upset. But that was why he was here. He moved to sit next to him, looking over to his mom, smiling proudly at him. She made a gesture that silently spoke to excuse herself and give them their privacy and she moved away just a few feet away, finding somewhere else to sit.
“What’s going on? You can tell me.”
