Ever prepared, Pim had been all set an hour before. Occasionally, he would look at the hands on his clock to see if he had just enough tea and set down the cup. It was already his fourth, and if he had any more, he surmises that it might make trouble for him. The last time he was this anxious was before he ran away from his home. Though, in all honesty, this instance felt like it weighed a lot more. So, he calls up Ulrich, attempting to find any sort of human interaction to anchor him once more into composure, merely by asking where they were and informing them that he was all ready for the day ahead.
Pim had intended to make an impression, moreso than usual. He wanted the day to be great for Misha and Ulrich and his best foot forward was trembling, very unlike him. “I’ll be right outside.” he replies too stiffly and unceremoniously drops the call. Though upon seeing the duo, he finds himself smiling, comforted by their presence. “We’re nearly running late.” he looks at his watch then up to Ulrich as if to reprimand him. Despite their difference in size, he was not afraid to scold him and his son, but he does so in an almost soothing manner, and with a warm smile to boot, as if to signal quick forgiveness. “Can’t have that. We got people to show off to.” he straightens out the creases in Ulrich’s clothes and then leaves it with a small tug, chuckling. “Shall we?”
Almost automatically and out of instinct, Ulrich took the bag off of the other man and placed it on the backseat of the truck. “Oh relax, it’s a picnic, I’m sure everyone’s still just setting up the tables right now. They’ll be fine without us.” He explained while he stood still, allowing him to fix his shirt, which he clearly did not have the time to properly iron that morning. “Besides, I thought it’s always better to show up fashionably late at parties? Or did those Hollywood movies lie to me?” Ulrich challenged, clearing the air of any tension that might be brewing inside of Pim’s head. Supplementing this by giving the young man a solid pat on the back, Ulrich just gave off an easy grin.
“Buddy, wanna let Pim sit shotgun on the way to the park?” Ulrich asked of his son gently, who agreed to it, but only if he got to swap seats on the way home. Knowing full well he’d most likely be tired by then to even care, he nodded before turning around to wink at Pim. “Right then, let’s get going. Those potato salads aren’t gonna eat themselves!” He said once everybody fastened their seatbelts. It wasn’t 10 minutes into the drive when Ulrich noticed just how quiet and reserved Pim seem to be. Gone was the cheery demeanor he usually had around the Father & Son duo. “Hey, you okay man? Don’t worry too much about it, we’ll probably just have some bland salad, talk to the teachers while the kids run around. I’m sure we’ll be great!” He tried his best to be reassuring so he slipped his hand off the shift gear and squeezed on Pim’s lower thigh ever so gently. A gesture the he regretted almost instantly as he pulled away and focused his eyes back on the road.
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