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The autumn air nips at Sasha Nein’s nose and ears as he, his girlfriend Milla Vodello and their boyfriend Morceau take a leisurely stroll through the park located near Milla’s apartment. Sasha takes a sip of his black coffee to help stave off the cold. The trio decided to take this walk because Morceau has some brain fog— courtesy of the brownie he ate last night—that he’s now trying to clear.
“How’s the brain fog, Morry darling?” Milla asks in between the sips of her— in Sasha’s opinion, way too sweet— coffee.
“It’s… staring to clear up,” Morry answers as he holds his drink close to his mouth. “Still sort of out of it though.”
“That’s to be expected,” Milla nods sympathetically. “You took it quite well, though.”
“Heh...yeah. It’s definitely different from being drunk,” Morceau notes. “I...didn’t hate it? I dunno. I’ll see how I feel about it later when I don’t feel so out of it.”
“Hopefully you’ll feel better sooner rather than later,” Sasha chimes in. “We still have yet to have...the dessert we where planning to have last night.”
“Dessert? What were we going to have again— Oh. Wait. I know what you’re taking about now,” Morceau chuckles as he realizes what Sasha meant. “You bet your sweet ass that we’re having dessert later. I got to make it up to the both of you for lost time! I wasted a whole night!”
“I wouldn’t call last night a waste, Morry,” Sasha smiles. “I love a good cuddle, and I know that you do as well, Morry.”
Morceau blushes lightly as glances away from the tall man, sipping his cream and sugar coffee as he does so.
“Hey! I love snuggling too,” Milla adds. “I’ll have to admit...I never would have thought that you two would end up being snuggle bugs when I first met you both.”
“...I’ll admit that I can be a little standoffish,” Sasha admits as he spots a park bench. “Do you two want to sit?”
Morceau and Milla nod and follow Sasha, taking a seat on the park bench, cashing Sasha to be sitting in the middle of the trio.
“...I was kind of going through the ringer for awhile there,” Morceau brings up as he swings his feet “I had no idea that I like to cuddle this much either.”
A far away sound catches Sasha’s attention. A father and son, laughing together as the father carries his child upon his shoulders. The two pass by and Sasha can’t help but stare. Something about watching the father and son is...oddly nostalgic. Memories of days long past rush to Sasha, mainly walking with his father to purchase cobbling supplies and carry them back to their store.
While his father was... distant for most of Sasha’s life, those simple little walks made Sasha feel closer to his father, even if only slightly.
“...Sasha darling, are you alright?” Milla inquiries, bringing Sasha out of his reminiscent stupor.
“I’m fine,” Sasha waves off. “Just thinking about my father.”
“Is he as big a nerd as you?” Morceau teases.
Sasha opens his mouth to answer...but nothing comes out. What are his father’s interests? Now that he thinks about it...Sasha really doesn’t know much about his father. The man wasn’t exactly an open book, something that his son has in common with him; though he does attempt to be more open with those close to him.
“I’m...not sure, actually,” Sasha answers. “He was more of the silent type. Something which I get from him, I suppose.”
“...Oh geez. Is this a touchy topic?” Morceau questions as he rubs the back of his head sheepishly. “Listen, I know how it feels to have a... strained relationship with your dad. I’m sorry if I—”
Sasha reaches over and places a gloved hand on Morceau’s cheek, stopping Morceau’s apology dead in its tracks.
“It’s completely alright, Morry,” Sasha assures as he stokes Morceau’s face with his thumb. “My relationship with my father was...cold. But not something that causes me distress.”
Morceau relaxes and leans into Sasha’s touch, causing a tiny smile to appear on Sasha’s face.
“I suppose I was just feeling nostalgic,” Sasha explains. “I haven’t seen him in...a extremely long time.”
“Do you miss him?” Milla asks her eyebrows furled; placing a hand on Sasha’s shoulder.
Sasha levitates his coffee cup into the air as he takes Milla’s hand and kisses her knuckles, earning him a happy little hum from Milla.
“I’m not quite sure if I’m being honest,” Sasha mumbles. “I’m not even entirely sure if he’s still alive or not.”
“...Okay, so I’m going to get a little personal here. Is that okay with you?” Morceau pipes up.
“Go right ahead, Morry,” Sasha nods.
Morceau takes a deep breath and sighs.
“So...my relationship with my father was fucking garbage,” Morceau starts. “And for a long time I was doing everything I could to try and impress my old man. I swore I would only go back to see my family when I could be a man that my father was proud of. But then the old bastard went and died on me!”
Both Sasha and Milla nods along with Morceau’s story.
“It really freakin’ screwed me up— more then I already was— and...I dunno. I just kinda wished I could have talked to him one last time,” Morceau shrugs.
“What would you have said to him,” Milla inquiries.
“Probably would have told him to fuck off to hell or somthing,” Morceau snorts. “I dunno. I just...wished I could have ended things with him. Maybe tell him how I really felt about the way he treated me. Get some catharsis, you know?”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Morry,” Sasha sighs. “I wish things were better for you.”
“Well...they are now,” Morceau smiles up at Sasha and Milla. “A-Anyways, the point that I’m trying to make here is that I think you should really talk to your dad if you still have the chance. It is totally up to you, though. Your relationship with your dad doesn’t sound nearly as bad as mine.”
Sasha stares up at the mostly clear sky. Sasha has thought about going back home before, but he always dreaded the awkward confrontation with his father. Would his father even miss him? Is his father even still alive ? And if he wasn’t, did Sasha’s act of leaving drive his father to do something...unpleasant to himself?
The possibility makes Sasha’s stomach turn painfully.
Was it selfish of Sasha to leave so suddenly? While looking back, what spurred Sasha’s departure was Sasha peering into his father’s mind and seeing...well, what was probably Sasha’s conception.
Sasha shivers at the memory.
While that is what pushed Sasha to leave, the years of his father’s coldness was what truly gave Sasha the desire to strike out on his own; even if it was just a fantasy before that day.
Yet...Sasha can’t deny that a part of him wants to see his father again; if not just to assure that Sasha has no regrets.
“You might be right, Morry,” Sasha hums. “Thank you.”
“For what? I didn’t do much,” Morceau waves off.
Sasha leans over and plants a kiss on Morceau’s cheek.
“You were you. That’s what I really needed,” Sasha grins.
“Ah geez,” Moceau mumbles as he hides his face, a dorky smile on his face. “Did you really have to go and say something like that?”
“If and when you are ready to see your father again, Morry and I will be right by your side,” Milla reminds Sasha as she rests a hand on Sasha’s thigh.
The mental image of Sasha returning home with both Morceau and Milla linked arm in arm with Sasha as he shows up after so long to announce that he’s queer and in a polycule, then proceeding to tear into his father about being an emotionally distance parent is quite the humorous thought to Sasha.
“I’ll be sure to keep you both posted,” Sasha promises as he rests his hand over Milla’s, locking his fingers between hers. “...Morry, how is your brain fog?”
“Uh...pretty much gone now,” Morceau shrugs. “Why?”
Sasha adjusts his glasses as his mouth twitches into a smirk.
“I’m hungry for the dessert we didn’t get to have last night,” Sasha chuckles as he leans in close to Morceau’s face.
“Ooo, what are you planning, Mister Nein~?” Milla giggles as she wraps her arms around Sasha’s chest, her legs float up into the air as she does so.
“Would you like me to tell you here or would like me to show you?” Sasha questions.
“IN PUBLIC?! I never would have pegged you of all people for an expeditionist!” Morceau cackles.
“I would,” Milla raises her hand.
“You’d peg Sasha as an expeditionist?” Morceau tilts his head in confusion as he takes a swig of his beverage.
“Oh, I’d peg Sasha in general,” Milla winks, causing Morceau to spit out his coffee.
“I meant we would go back to the apartment to show you what I meant,” Sasha tsks as he reaches into his blazer and pulls out a napkin, handing it to Morceau who is currently choking on his drink. “Also you both need to watch how loud you’re speaking. We’re in public and there might be children nearby.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Morceau waves off. “You can shut me up by bringing me back to Milla’s apartme— hey!”
Before Morceau could finish his sentence he is interrupted by Sasha summoning a Psi-hand and lifting him up off the bench.
“I can walk you know!” Morceau protests as he crosses his arms, his lip becoming noticeably pouty.
“Not when I’m done with you,” Sasha threatens in the most flirtatious way possible.
“...Go on,” Morceau’s expression turns to one of interest.
“Are you ready to leave?” Sasha asks as he turns his attention to Milla.
“I sure am, darling,” Milla giggles as she floats off the bench.
Linking an arm with Sasha, Milla leads the way back to her apartment while Sasha carries Morceau using telekinesis.