MoM IC Contact: TAKE TWO

[khajidont]

Jaime's cell phone is more or less plugged riiiight into his brain, so he tends to pick up like 99% of the time! If not, however...

"Hey, Jaime here! Leave a message, and I'll get back to you ASAP."

[If you want to find his previous inbox - it hit captcha! - please go HERE.]

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[whatyoumust]

If you want to talk, I'm just next door.

Re: text;

[khajidont]

I know. Thanks, Dad.

I'll be okay. I just need some time to get used to this too.

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[whatyoumust]

Of course. [That's what he needs, most of the time: just a time to breathe, to deal with bad things as they happen.]

Just remember that you dont need to stop yourself from talking if you ever need to. Ok?

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[khajidont]

I won't stop myself from it, promise. I just don't have a lot to say. Honest.

[He's sort of forgotten how. It's one of many ways that he's changed for the worse here -- you spend too much time acting the caregiver, too much time listening, and it gets harder and harder to articulate your own problems, problems that seem so small in the face of everything.

He's always been too much like his Dad.]

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[whatyoumust]

[He does. Alberto can see it, as much as he doesn't want to: figures that the past would repeat itself. He just hadn't banked on it feeling so soon. After all, no matter how old his son gets, he's still his boy.]

You know where to find me if you find the words.

Re: text;

[khajidont]

I know. And I will.

Thanks, Dad.

[He won't seek him out -- but it's nice to be given an opportunity, even if it's one that he won't take.]