[Luck Harris]

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LIFE IS SHORT, MAKE IT SWEET

days will be long but the years will fly right by

Luck had arrived early. He was prone to doing so when it came to these sorts of weekends. It gave him time to empty his truck of supplies. Back the boat in the water. Time to breathe, enjoy the solitude, and level himself a bit before things really "began". Once everyone else arrived, a moment to himself to clear his head — should he need to — would be a little harder to find. [break][break]

Having done pretty much all he could do, he was breaking up sticks for the night's fire and cleaning away brush, when he heard the slow crawl of the Kubiks' vehicle down the site's drive. The SUV rolled to a stop, gravel crunching beneath its wheels, and Luck turned slowly toward the noise; lifting a hand to shield his face from the sun high in the sky. Beside him, Charlie whined with anticipation and — giving the dog a quick glance and seeing him start his excited shivering — Luck shook his head and spoke in a quiet, low-toned aside. "Steady, boy, come on now. Sit." [break][break]

The dog looked at him. Looked quickly back at the vehicle. Sat on his haunches after a beat. Then stood again just as quickly, rear end swaying violently as he started a protesting whiffle in his throat. He shuffled (almost inconsolably) on his paws. Luck just barely stifled a roll of his eyes, wondering briefly what the pair of them looked like in that moment — wondering if Luck looked just as much abandoned shelter dog, ears perked in waiting for the return of its family, as... well... the dog. [break][break]

A door popped open. As soon as it did, the muted chatter of chaos within the vehicle became louder and more distinct — Ella whining and wailing that 'it wasn't fair!' and for Quentin to 'wait for her!' Her brother arguing back. Kat raising her voice above them. The sound tugged Luck's grin a hair wider. What a trip that must've been. Strange, how he'd never have entertained — for even a moment — the idea of being stuffed in the backseat with the whole lot of them before. And now, he almost wished he'd have had the chance. [break][break]

A pair of sneakers hit the gravel and a boy half-fell, half-jumped from the backseat. Luck felt the skin around his eyes tighten with amusement as he watched him pick himself up and shoot down the incline. "Hey, Uncle Luck! Hey, Charlizard!" [break][break]

Charlie couldn't take it any more and shot forward. Boy and dog passed one another with only a brief pause — Quentin crouching with a ferocious growl and Charlie leaping up to swipe a tongue toward his face — before they moved swiftly on. Quentin continued his haphazard stumble down the incline toward Luck and Charlie raced to the parked SUV to dance and hop around on his hindlegs before the open door. Who he was more excited to see... Nate or Ella... Luck couldn't begin to guess. [break][break]

As Quentin neared, Luck grinned fuller. "Hey there, birthday kid," he started, voice sounding half a chuckle and the words clipped short as the boy closed the distance between them and, only barely slowing, tossed his arms around his middle in a surprisingly-strong hug. "Woah!" Luck pretended to stumble back, as if the embrace might knock them down the incline, but then steadied the pair of them with a more decided laugh while he dropped a hand to the top of Quentin's head. He gave the boy's hair a thorough muss and scrunched his nose when he unlooped himself and tugged back with a scowl. "What are you turning tomorrow, huh... sixteen, is it?" [break][break]

Quentin scoffed, mouth pinching with suspicious scrutiny as he shook his head. "No-oo-o! Ten, you know that!" Luck lifted his brow, repeating the number on a wordless breath (as if not quite convinced), then let his eyes brighten and face perk. "Hey, double digits! You know what that means, don'tcha?" Smacking his lips, he glanced up the hill to where the rest of the family was climbing out of the vehicle. He found Kat's eyes and held them conspiratorially as he knelt to cup a hand over Quentin's ear and whisper. "You go tell your Mom that you think ten is plenty old enough for Uncle Luck to drive the boat for real when we go tubing. It's old enough to be tough... but still young enough that broken bones ain't nothin'... right?"[break][break]

Quentin pulled back, bright eyes narrowing as his mouth slowly pulled into a mischievous beam. He appeared to think it over, then nodded and spun around to start a (more difficult) clamber back up the hill. Luck followed slower — making a conscious effort to seem a bit less eager and overexcited than Charlie had been. He looked to Nate and lifted a hand to hold level on the air in front of him... then lifted it a little higher as he cocked his head quizzically and mouthed: 'he got taller?' [break][break]

It hadn't been terribly long since he'd seen Kat's kids. But still, at their age, they were always changing. Growing. And so quick. The thought of it might have subtly panged, if only for the fact that Luck might not have noticed the difference at all, had he been around while it just gradually happened. [break][break]

But he didn't give the thought a chance to find any weighty purchase within him. He'd decided on his way out to the cabins that all of that could — would have to — wait until he was home and alone again. And it was easy to dismiss, when Quentin raised his voice to shout, "Mom! Luck says he wants to break my arms when we go out on the lake! He said I'm old enough now and it's okay 'cause kids heal fast! Can we?"[break][break]

Luck slapped a palm to his face and tossed his head back. When he topped the hill, he groaned through a grin and pulled Kat into a hug that he (very decidedly) didn't think twice about; didn't pause to consider whether he needed to hesitate "in ask" now. "To be fair... I didn't word it quite that way," he mumbled amusedly, hugging her a little tighter and dropping his voice a fraction. "Thanks for havin' me."[break][break]

He pulled back. Tossed a wave and small quirk of his mouth toward Joszef on the other side of the SUV. Then, with an inward brace, he turned in Nate's direction. He intended, of course, to face and greet him in the same, breezy manner — to be a textbook example of ease... absolutely zen... like a piece of him wasn't teetering on some invisible edge. He'd practiced the ease. Imagined it over and over — how not difficult this was going to be. How normal he was going to make it. He'd practiced it in his head, endlessly, until he was convinced.[break][break]

But he couldn't help but falter, just a little. The hand he raised — at first to toss around the man's shoulders like he'd done Kat — redirected to prompt a handshake... then lifted quickly... to finally clap him on the shoulder. "Nate," he greeted, smiling a beat belatedly.[break][break]

Fuck's sake. [break][break]

It pained. The very obvious not normalness of it. What felt like a too-tight stitch snagged in his chest and he inwardly winced. "Good to see ya."

we'll never be as young as we are tonight[break]
baby, ain't that right, yeah

Tag: Nathaniel Collins [break]
Give me a nudge for any changes! TBH, I should have just gone to sleep instead of attempting to write, so sorry it's a wreck lmao ;v;

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[Nathaniel Collins]

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A time to sing, a time to shine

a time to leave, a time to stay

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Normally the drive out to the cabins didn’t feel too long. This time though, stuffed in the backseat with Quentin and Ella — over Kat’s insistence that he should sit in the front with Joszef and she’d take the back with the kids, because Quentin had already begged him to sit in the back with them — it felt a bit longer. Not that he minded. He could handle the lack of legroom easily enough, especially when Kat pulled her seat way closer to the dash than she normally sat out of concern. He kept telling her it was fine, it was an suv and he had plenty enough space (even if he was a bit cramped), but she’d always been the kind of person to worry about putting someone else out. [break][break]

What really made the trip feel longer was the bickering between Ella and Q. Nate couldn’t help but smile at some of it, arguing over silly things like who saw the punch buggy first. Kat telling them that she’d switch spots with Nate if they punched each other one more time, yelling no punch back, like Joszef had taught them. Joszef, face hidden from the kids but visible to Nate in the mirror, was trying his best not to crack up until Kat swatted at his arm. “This is absolutely your fault.” She declared, then rolled her eyes and settled back in her seat. [break][break]

As they got further out of town and traffic thinned out, their bickering moved to things like who ate the last potato chip and who should get the extra gummy bear. Ella was pouting because, being older and the birthday boy, Quentin was winning more than his fair share of their tiffs. Being the little sister wasn’t as important on big brother’s big weekend. [break][break]

“Are we there yet?” Ella whined, tired of being in the car. “Yeah mom, are we there yet?” Nate ribbed at Kat, smirking. “Don’t think I won’t back this seat into your knees.” She threatened, eliciting giggles from Ella and Quentin. [break][break]

“Children.” Joszef glanced between Kat and Nate. “And I mean the two of you.” He tacked on, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t make me pull this car over.” [break][break]
“Okay, I have an idea.” Nate pulled out his cellphone and earbuds, handing one earbud to each kid, and he pulled up a show he knew they both liked watching, and then propped the phone on the back pocket of Joszef’s seat. [break][break]

It wasn’t much longer before they were turning onto the dirt road that led to the cabins. The kids’ attention had wandered from the show as they got closer. Almost before the car was fully stopped, Q had his door open and was jumping out, followed by cries from Ella to wait for her and Kat calling after him to be careful as he took off down the incline. It took Ella a moment to get untangled from her seatbelt and hop out of her booster seat, but Nate waited for her before getting out so she didn’t feel left behind. [break][break]

Charlie reached the car, and Nate pet the top of his head mumbling a good boy, but the dog’s tail was wagging a mile a minute and Ella’s face lit up when she saw him. “Charlie!” She jumped down from the backseat and wrapped her arms around his neck, scratching behind his ears. “Come on boy, let's go!” Ella started running toward the swing that Joszef had hung from one of the old oak trees on the property. “Hi, Uncle Luck!” She yelled out as she ran, though she was more interested in playing with Charlie since her brother had gotten to Luck first. [break][break]

Nate was helping unload the back, piling the cooler and most of the bags into the folding wagon Kat had smartly packed, when Luck and Quentin made their way up to the parking area. He nodded at Luck’s assessment of Q’s height. The boy was getting to that age where he seemed to grow like a weed. He was sure it would be more noticeable to Luck now that he saw the kids less frequently. He felt a prickle of guilt build at the thought, knowing it wasn’t fair to Luck or to the kids, but he pushed the feeling aside. This weekend was about celebrating, not about wallowing. [break][break]

Before Kat could react to her son’s declaration, she was pulled into a hug. “I bet you didn’t. Kids.” She laughed and wrapped her arms around Luck in turn. “I’m glad you came. The kids have missed you. I’ve missed you.” She knew it felt different now, but Luck was still a big part of the family she’d made for her kids’ sake, and for her own sake. [break][break]

Nate stepped around to the side of the car when Joszef headed up to the cabin, pulling the wagon with one hand and waving back at Luck with the other as he moved forward. Nate didn’t mention the awkwardness before Luck’s hand rested on his shoulder. Inwardly, he was almost relieved that he wasn’t the only one feeling some kind of way. “Hey.” Nate smiled, hoping his own uncertainty was well hidden. “How was your drive out with Charlie?” Even as he said the words, they felt more formal than he wanted them too. [break][break]

“I’m gonna catch up with Joszef.” Kat started toward the cabin, sidestepping Ella’s and Charlie at the swing on her way. “Uncle Luck! Come push me!” Ella hollered over, giggling while she tried to figure out a way to get the dog up on the swing with her, only succeeding in getting licked on the face instead. [break][break]

No matter how he and Luck felt about each other right now, Nate was glad they were both there. This was how it should be, even if it wasn’t quite perfect, even if it wasn’t the same as it had been, it was still good. It would be good.

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[Luck Harris]

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LIFE IS SHORT, MAKE IT SWEET

days will be long but the years will fly right by

When Kat's arms came around him and she laughed in his ear, Luck laxed a little into the embrace; squeezed her a little tighter, just enough so she could feel it and know — without his saying it — that he'd missed her, too. He wished it had been as simple and easy of a thing to do with Nate, as well, but the man (thankfully) didn't acknowledge the uncertain, awkward attempt-then-dismissal of a similar greeting. He greeted him back, inquired about the drive, and it all looked and sounded very normal and casual. [break][break]

Luck let that reassure him, even as he felt his chest want to dip at his smile. He had to acknowledge — silently and swiftly — that he sorely missed the look of it. He thought it... felt it... then chased it from mind before it could settle in any sort of way; choosing, instead, to look away and mull over the question. "Uneventful," he answered, after a moment of deliberation, and shot Kat a quick grin as she started off after her husband. He stepped to his truck, parked beside the SUV, and dropped the tailgate to reveal the bags of snacks and party supplies he'd offered to chip in and bring. [break][break]

Quentin peeked inside — no doubt looking for something wrapped in birthday-themed paper — and Luck dropped his hands on his shoulders, gave him a couple of quick, disorienting turns until he giggled, straightened the boy's arms, and then started loading them up with bags. "Until we turned off the highway and he, being the clever dog he is, put together where we were headed. Then we couldn't get here fast enough." Only when Quentin's elbows looked properly encumbered, and the boy was pretending (quite dramatically) to careen wildly under the weight, did he add just one more bag and let him step off toward the cabin before putting the tailgate back up.[break][break]

"Hey, so," Luck tipped sidelong, glancing around Nate to make sure Quentin had moved far enough out of earshot and that Ella was engaged to distraction with Charlie. Still, he dropped his voice as he tossed his chin in their direction and slipped closed a single eye. "What did you get him? For his birthday." His mouth pulled at one corner before he sucked in a quick breath. "You were always the one good with that stuff." [break][break]

It'd always been Nate, it seemed, who picked out gifts for holidays and other celebrations. Or at least came up with the ideas for them. Wrapped them nice and included both their names on the card or tag. It seemed he could always find the perfect thing for anyone, whether the gift itself was ridiculously thoughtful or delightfully funny. Luck, his whole life, had been a little more hopeless and generic with that sort of thing. "I, uh..." a hand lifted to tip forward his ballcap enough to scratch at the back of his head and his face began a gradual scrunch into something resembling a wince. As he continued, his voice trailed with increasing uncertainty (though the tone of it was touched by enough humor to keep it from sounding truly castigating). [break][break]

"I got him a four-pack of hunting... geese?... Decoys?" His wince deepened and his hand moved across his mouth to stifle an irrepressible laugh-slash-groan. "I mean, he does like geese still, right?" For the longest while, the kid had always been going on and on with his "silly goose" this and "silly goose" that. Was that a trend or some sort of phase? Or did he actually like them? "I thought they could put them in their yards and that'd be sorta neat... and Kat would hate them... and they could... I dunno... dress them up for Halloween and Christmas... but now," he puffed up his cheeks and lifted his brow, re-straightening his hat as he blew an exasperated breath long and slow through pressed lips. [break][break]

It had seemed like a hilarious idea when he couldn't sleep at 3am. So hilarious that he'd had to jot it down in the Notes app of his phone so he wouldn't forget it. He'd then gone to three different outdoor sporting outlets, looking for a singular goose of sorts. Something a little "cuter" than the low-quality caricatures that most hunting decoys were. In the end, he'd had to buy a whole pack. And through the whole process — even after he'd paid and the box of geese had sat a couple of weeks in a corner of his living room, waiting to be wrapped — he hadn't second-guessed it once. [break][break]

After they were wrapped... when he looked over the hack-job of tape and uneven corners that he'd made of it (making the same face he was currently making now)... he'd imagined Quentin opening it up among his friends and finally thought — 'huh... this is terrible, isn't it?'[break][break]

"Now I'm having second thoughts." He grinned, the smile equal parts abashed and amused, then let his gaze pull from Nate's face when Ella called out for him. It did certainly look like Charlie could use some saving — though... it also sort of looked like the dog was soaking up the attention with a very willing tolerance. The two never could get enough of each other and the sight pulled his smile fuller as he snorted. He started in their direction, turning so he was looking back at Nate and walking slowly backward at the same time. [break][break]

As an abrupt afterthought, his face slacked and he quickly jabbed a thumb behind him. "Oh, right, are we staying next door like usual?" He'd considered unloading his things on the smaller, neighboring cabin's stoop while he waited for everyone to show up with the keys, but he hadn't wanted to presume.

we'll never be as young as we are tonight[break]
baby, ain't that right, yeah

Tag: Nathaniel Collins [break]
No worries! Take all the time you need! No pressure that my reply came hella quick either, I've just been on one lately (lmao). And, as always, give me a nudge for any tweaks/changes or if you need less/more!

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[Nathaniel Collins]

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A time to sing, a time to shine

a time to leave, a time to stay

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In the days leading up to today’s drive out, and on the drive itself, Nate purposely pushed out any thoughts about how the weekend might be awkward or uncomfortable. He thought about other things, like helping Kat make and pack up cupcakes for Sunday, when all the other kids would be coming out of the bigger part of the celebration, the party itself. He’d busied himself helping Ella pick out which ones of her half-dozen swimsuits she wanted to pack while Kat was busy chasing Quentin to get the spatula back from the bowl of frosting she’d made. It had been a chaotic week, but that was good. It left little time to focus on this part. [break][break]

Besides, they both deserved to be there, both needed to be there. It was important to the kids. And to Kat and Jozsef. And it was important to Nate. They had to be able to do things like this without it getting weird. So there was another conscious choice, to let it go unmentioned when a moment felt a little too stiff or a little too awkward. It didn’t need to be acknowledged, especially when he was certain that they were both already aware. [break][break]

“He’s a smart one for sure.” Nate smiled at the thought of Charlie, getting excited as they got close. He glanced over to where Ella was playing at the swing, tugging the old boy around with her. He seemed to be happily going along with her as she ran circles around the swing, chasing him. [break][break]

Once Luck loaded Q up and sent him up to the house he asked about what gift Nate had gotten him. It had been so hard this year, with ten being such a weird age now. He’d struggled with finding something that wasn’t too baby-ish, but would still be fun. [break][break]

A smirk spread to an all out amused smile as Luck explained the gift that he’d gotten. He was right, Kat was going to be so over it the moment they tried to dress them up. But the kids and Jozsef? This was absolutely something they’d get a kick out of. “That is just.. Pure gold.” Nate laughed, trying to keep quiet enough that Quentin didn’t turn around from his trek to the house to see what was so funny. “Honestly, I think he’s gonna love that. I got him one of those Gecko run things, the marble run kit. I was between that and a ninja warrior course for the backyard, but as much as Joszef would have been delighted about that one I figured Kat would be less likely to be mad for the marble one.” Until her kids stuck the tracks all over her living room walls or kitchen counters. He knew there were going to be shenanigans no matter what, but that was part of the fun with their kids. They were funny, creative, and outgoing. [break][break]

Ella pulled both their attention, calling out for Uncle Luck. Of course it was impossible to say no to Ella, so Luck started that way. Nate was about to continue on up to the cabins, but Luck turned around to ask about where they were staying. [break][break]

“Yeah, like normal. I don’t know, she might have forgotten to mention it to you... Kat asked if the kids could spend the night with us tonight, then they’ll go back over with them tomorrow. I told her it was okay with me if it was with you.” Kat was supposed to have talked to him about it already, but with all the planning she’d had to do it wouldn’t surprise him if she forgot. Or, if she took his ‘I’m okay with it if he is’ as an end all be all to the conversation and just didn’t bother checking. She liked to presume things sometimes. Thankfully for her, she was usually right. [break][break]

“Uncle Luck! Hurry up!” Ella was getting impatient, watching him walk backwards toward her. “I wanna go high! Like a big kid.” She giggled when Charlie’s paw slipped off the seat of the swing, setting her in a slow motion back and forth. “Look! Charlie is pushing me.” [break][break]

“I’m gonna get these up to the cabins.” He referred to the few bags he was still carrying that hadn't fit in Kat’s folding wagon, then he continued up the path. He could see Q arriving, Jozsef unloading his arms one item at a time. It all felt more or less normal, even if there were some differences. Nate let himself feel relieved, he let himself believe that it was all going to be okay. They could do this. [break][break]

At the very least, it was going to be less awkward than Christmas had been.

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[Luck Harris]

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LIFE IS SHORT, MAKE IT SWEET

days will be long but the years will fly right by

Nate's thoughts on the decoy geese did well to ease Luck's worry. His quiet laugh and wide smile — both seemingly easy — did well to soothe a lot more. Luck could feel lines gather at the corners of his eyes as he chuckled, thinking of the mess Quentin (and Ella) would make of the marble tracks, Kat's mounting frustration, and how — maybe just a month or two from now, when the novelty of a new game wore a little thin — the whole thing might be "mysteriously" difficult for either kid to find. [break][break]

Out of sight, out of mind; a parent's saving grace.[break][break]

Luck nodded quick when Nate answered about the cabin. Kat hadn't asked or warned him but he was hardly fussed — they didn't talk reliably these days and it was easy to imagine Nate thinking Kat was going to catch him up to speed... Kat thinking Nate was, and.... all forgivable. Not a big deal in the slightest.[break][break]

Similarly, the kids bunking with them was quite alright. Him and Nate had always been a reliable go-to for babysitting; a trusted door to drop the kids off at when Kat and Jozsef needed the break. Whether that break was dinner and date night or a weekend getaway somewhere fun (that was more fun while childless), neither them nor the kids had ever seemed to mind being dumped at the old apartment with bags and snacks. [break][break]

But... like normal, huh? That was rich. And unfortunately, of everything Nate said, it was those three, unassuming words that reverbed in Luck's ears. [break][break]

Rationally, he knew Nate didn't mean anything by it. That it wasn't even a "poor" choice of words and he should simply let it be. Let it go unspoken upon. But something about it was — so immediately — like a burr in his clothes; pricking skin, threatening to bury, and wanting to be picked at. [break][break]

Luck pressed his lips tighter, barely letting the corners edge up. He knew he shouldn't. He could hear Tawny's voice in the back of his mind, warning him "don't" through figuratively-grit teeth. But he... just... couldn't... wait, maybe he almost could... no... no, he couldn't help himself. [break][break]

"Like normal," he echoed, voice still amused and light, unchanged from before. As spoken, it wasn't a dig. There was nothing buried in the easy tone. But there was something telling — something the tiniest bit loaded — to the tip of his chin and the way he waited a long beat before nodding. "Sure." [break][break]

At best, they'd come around and (hopefully) navigate a new normal. But normal normal was Nate leaned back into Luck's shins while they boated, the both of them cheering loud as they watched Jozsef ease Quentin from his knees and to his feet for the first time while boarding. Fingers seeking fingers in the dark around the firepit, stroking knuckles and smirking when Ella's marshmallow fell from her stick. Sharing a cup of coffee off the dock in the morning while Charlie sniffed about the water. Slapping each other's hands when they found and began worrying at stubborn mosquito bites. Sneaking a kiss when heads were turned.[break][break]

But. [break][break]

This weekend wasn't about that, Luck reminded himself. It wasn't about them and it wasn't about him. He'd told himself — forced himself to promise — that he wouldn't go there. Wouldn't wonder (and certainly wouldn't ask) how Nate was getting along. How he'd been, where his head was at, or where they stood. He was here for the kids, for Quentin, and he was fortunate to be here at all. And if he wanted to be invited back — and he wanted to be invited back — he would need to stay good. Quiet. Not passive-aggressive quiet, either, easy quiet.[break][break]

"That sounds good," Luck amended, blowing a quick, weighted breath through his nose and giving the most infinitesimal shake of his head — trying to shed that stupid snide in him. He looked away and just as quickly back, mouthing a silent 'sorry' before Ella cawed her insistence and Nate excused himself to the cabin. He watched the other man's back for a moment — wincing to bite back a self-aimed curse — then cleared his face when he turned to finish making his way to the swing.[break][break]

"Alright, first — Charlie can't swing with ya." Looking into the girl's scrunched face immediately lifted his mood and his low, inconsequential mumble was easy to relocate. Everything else, he shoved aside as he scrunched his face back at her. "Sorry kid," he steadied girl and dog with a hand on one of the swing's twin ropes and motioned for Charlie to hop down. When he did, Ella's grabby hands followed him and, for a moment, she looked ready to protest... or pout... or a combination of the two. But Luck spoke up just as her lips parted. "Let's not wear him out all at once. Just cause you bring the pup outta him don't mean he ain't an old fart." [break][break]

It was true. Charlie wasn't ancient, at least not for a dog his size, but he certainly wasn't young, either. And though he drummed up a seemingly-boundless amount of energy for adventures, especially when around the kids, Luck was quietly aware of the stiffness he exhibited when the hangouts were long over and the overzealous spunk wore off. Sometimes he had to remind Ella to "take it easy" on extended outings — like weekend cabin trips — when she wanted to drag the dog with her and Charlie, tapped out by Day 3, was a little slower to find his paws.[break][break]

"And second," stepping more in front of her, he grabbed both ropes and dropped closer; eyes narrowing with an accusation that he allowed a beat to breathe. "How long since I've seen you, huh? What's this — 'oh, hi, Uncle Luck'," he trilled his voice an octave higher and tipped his head to-and-fro, making an exaggerated mimicry of her earlier greeting (which earned a sneaking, sassy grin). "Chasing after the dog, oh c'mon — you've seen Charlie a hundred-bajillion times since you've seen me." His brow lifted and he mirrored her sass, trying to look stubborn and playfully-threatening and hurt all at once. "And I'm not gonna let you boss me around until yo—" Ella cut him off with a giggle, lifting herself from her seat to throw her arms around his neck in a hasty, apologetic hug. He let the rest of his "admonishing" hush with a hum.[break][break]

"Hi, Uncle Luck," she repeated slowly (and sarcastically), voice sounding very much like she was rolling her eyes, before she unlooped herself and plopped back down. Then, in the tone only a seven-year old girl (used to getting her way most of the time) could achieve, she added much more enthusiastically, "Can I boss you around now?" She kicked her legs excitedly and Luck straightened. "Yep!" [break][break]

He swung her for a while, until she was no longer screeching 'higher!' and her giggles transformed into some cheery humming while they found a groove. Charlie, finding his own groove, stretched himself in the shade at the tree's base and watched their surroundings with a happy pant.

we'll never be as young as we are tonight[break]
baby, ain't that right, yeah

Tag: Nathaniel Collins [break]
This already got so long that I made myself stop, blah. But if you need me to make something actually happen or add more to work with, just give me a nudge! And feel free to move things along or move them around — I'm cool with whatever![break][break]

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Luck: *is a little pissbaby for four seconds*[break]
Rinse:[break]

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A time to sing, a time to shine

a time to leave, a time to stay

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When he’d said ’normal’, Nate hadn't had a second thought. But all too late, he realized that normal wasn’t the word Luck had used. Usual was not the same as normal. Similar, yes, but in this particular context it felt very different. Luck parroted back his words, and Nate could feel a particular tension coil in his gut. From the outside, it wouldn’t be noticable. The tone and words themselves were benign. It was the fact that he repeated them that stuck. [break][break]

Nate was going to apologize, to admit he hadn't thought about his choice of words before he said them, but then Luck said ’sure’. He decided now wasn’t the time to dwell on it, not the right moment to dig into the nuance of their situation. This weekend was about Quentin, not about the two of them sorting out their issues. [break][break]

It didn’t matter that this same tension was familiar, that it had been a constant in the months that lead up to their split. That it was the same prickly feeling, so indescrible and impossible to pinpoint, that he’d felt before most of their arguments. Regardless, he’d been the one to be careless with words this time. He’d have to make a point to take more care, to think through what he wanted to say. He’d forgotten, just for a moment, how important that was. [break][break]

At least they seemed to be on the same page on some level. When Luck mouthed sorry Nate was going to say there was no need, but before he formed the words Ella was calling out again. As Luck went to Ella and Charlie, Nate started the trek up to the cabin. He walked a bit slower than normal, listening to Luck lay out the rules for playing with Charlie as he went, until he was out of earshot. [break][break]

A quick glance back showed Ella wrapping her skinny little arms around Luck’s neck. Nate was glad that they could both be here for the trip, that Luck was getting to see the kids. Even though they’d both played a role in their split, Nate couldn’t stop himself from feeling guilty, from feeling like he was responsible for Luck seeing less of the kids. He worked with Kat and he spent a lot of free time hanging out with her. Naturally, he saw the kids from time to time, even babysat them on a somewhat regular basis. He’d need to make a point to tell Kat to ask Luck from time to time too. He’d been in their lives since they were born, he was just as much their family as Nate was. [break][break]

“What’s that look?” Kat was already coming down the steps to meet him when Nate approached. “I don’t have a look. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nate shook his head, not fooling either of them into thinking Kat couldn’t clearly read his expression. [break][break]

Instead of prying, Kat turned around to head back up the steps, Nate following behind. “If you wanna be stubborn, that’s fine.” She looked back and smirked. “We’ve got all weekend to go.” [break][break]

“Are you up to something?” It wasn’t unheard of for Kat to meddle, but Nate was sure enough that he’d been clear on this topic with her. “Not at all. I just want everyone to have a good weekend.” He wasn’t sure he believed that, but he followed her into the cabin and put the bags he was carrying down next to the wagon she’d already brought inside. [break][break]

Jozsef had already changed into trunks and a t-shirt, probably just excited about spending the weekend out in nature as the kids were. “Can I change too, dad? Quentin came past, arms no longer encumbered. “I helped bring stuff in already. I want to go swimming. Or fishing.” He smiled, ready to be down by or in the water. “Sure, kiddo.” Jozsef ruffled his hair, only to be met with an exasperated noise before the ten year old shot off to grab his bag and go change. “Hey, you wanna go get Ella and Luck so Ella can get changed into her swimsuit too?” [break][break]

“Sure thing.” Nate ruffled Kat’s hair, much the same way Jozsef had done to Q. “Hey! I’m not ten.” She protested. “Oh, yeah?” Nate smirked as Kat rolled her eyes and muttered ‘boys’, then he made his way back out of the cabin. [break][break]

Nate maintained a similar lackadaisical pace on his way back toward Luck and Ella as he had on his trek to the cabin. He wasn’t in any hurry to interrupt them, but he also wasn’t about to explain that to Kat. “Hey.” He called out as he drew closer. He couldn’t stop the wandering thought, watching Luck with Ella and Charlie. This could have been them, with a kid of their own. They could have spent afternoons at a park, weekends camping. Luck was so good with the kids.. He pushed the thoughts back, refocusing on the reason he’d gone back out to begin with. “Q is just itching to get down to the water. He and Jozsef had already changed. Kat sent me to come let you two know.”

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LIFE IS SHORT, MAKE IT SWEET

days will be long but the years will fly right by

Luck was just getting close to being able to name the song Ella was humming, when Nate called out to them. He announced everyone was getting ready to go down to the lake and Ella wriggled in her seat to look at him with wide, bright eyes. "Oh, yes, yes! I've got to go, go right now, and get changed into my new swimsuit!" Luck caught her swing and slowed her to enough of a stop that she could leap out, and — not wasting a beat — she galloped toward the cabin, squealing as she went. Charlie trotted after her, with hardly a look at either Luck or Nate as he passed, and though Luck could barely make sense of the girl's excited babbling, he gathered that Jozsef had bought the kids new poles, hers was blue this time, and her swimsuit had "real" flowers on the shoulders. [break][break]

With both girl and dog gone, it was only him and Nate for a brief moment, and Luck had the sudden thought that he might take the chance to actually apologize for his earlier hiccup. But, when he quickly looked from the cabin door where Ella had disappeared to Nate, he inexplicably stalled. He reached. Let his lips part. Then he faltered... felt the falter dip in his chest... pressed his lips back together, and turned away. He stepped back to his truck and the bags he'd dropped on the ground outside the doors. Tried not to feel the silence or space. [break][break]

It really was best he kept as quiet as possible, he supposed. At least, when they didn't have anyone else around to keep him more self-aware. As much as he wanted things to be easy and inconsequential, a part of him wondered if it was possible. If anything he said could come out without weight or sound not strained. And more so... as he listened to the birds chatter at one another and the wind whisper in the trees... he didn't really know what there was to say. Didn't know what Nate didn't want to hear or, on the other hand, what he did. To think what he might want to hear, Luck couldn't afford. Not this weekend. He'd already slipped and misstepped once and, if he didn't want to tangle himself up... yeah... it was best he kept quiet. [break][break]

He'd been good at that, lately. [break][break]

It'd taken some time, sure, but he'd gotten better at it.[break][break]

It'd been mid-Winter when he pulled himself together enough to stop drunk-dialing him. To put the phone back down when he lifted it, found his contact, and began working on a wonky-lettered message or hovered a thumb over the 'call' button. He'd realized — probably a little later than he should have (certainly too late to not make a fool of himself once or twice or twelve times) — that he had to give Nate his space. Give him the actual chance to decide what he wanted, because that had been the whole point. And calling, leaving voicemails, sending boxes of memories... stirring the dust, stoking embers and whatever else Luck had done to stave off his own aches... it could only make doing so more difficult for him. For them both. Prolonging the hurt. [break][break]

He had tried not to imagine, but forced himself to acknowledge, the relief Nate might have felt when the calls stopped and the texts (between arrangements for Charlie) became more and more sparse. The eventual ease that might have come with each day, then week, that passed without hearing from him. The way the hurt began to hurt less and became more manageable. The way moving on, actually moving on, became less of an improbable idea and more possible. [break][break]

By Spring, he'd weaned himself from the whiskey again. Acclimated to living alone once more. Bucked up. Deepened existing friendships into something more sustainable; something that could fill some small bit of the absence of those he'd more or less "lost" in their split. [break][break]

A couple of times, while in a good headspace and only faintly buzzed by his typical, nightly beers, he'd still thought about calling. Like when he clicked to a familiar, well-watched documentary on television and Nate's favorite part — the part that never failed to damn-near put him on the floor with laughter — was about to play. He thought... hell... he might ring him. Just to see if he was home. If he had cable in his new place. Could click over in time to catch it. [break][break]

But he knew those sorts of imaginings, they just didn't have a way of playing out the way one hoped. He'd probably call and Nate would be out. With friends or with a date. Have called it an early night. Be in the middle of making himself dinner and couldn't step away. And where was the conversation supposed to go then, in that case? [break][break]

There would be a space there. A long beat of silence, tipping close to awkward as it stretched, in which Luck would blink into the empty air before him and ache. Listen for the static background noises — a clink of dishes, the jaunty sing-song of a kitchen timer, the chatter in a restaurant, noise from traffic, a plaintive whine from Charlie, another person's voice, anything — and try to picture Nate among them. In that space, there'd be... just enough allowance, perhaps... for him to admit... he had only wanted to hear him laugh. [break][break]

And he simply couldn't say something like that anymore. Not when it had the potential to hurt more than anything else he'd said or done in the months before they'd split. And not when it had the potential to hurt not at all, too. [break][break]

So he hadn't called then, either. [break][break]

And, for his part, he'd accepted that he'd have to try and move on, too. That he was expected to try. He'd practiced some semblance of it. He'd joined the dating apps. He listened to Tawny talk up her single friends and let her push him at strangers on their outings. He'd been friendly, obliging, and even occasionally brazen. He'd asked the receptionist in his building for a bite when she smiled at him too wide and too long one too many times when he passed her desk on his way to the elevators. Let her booze him up and take him home and wished, in the morning, that her eyes had been not-so-blue. [break][break]

But now, with Nate actually stood before him, surrounded by the supposed normalcy that was an outing with the Kubik family, it was hard to convince himself that, at any point, he'd felt any sort of success or satisfaction, or even given anything a true, honest-to-God chance. Hard not to admit to himself the relief he'd felt when Nate hadn't shown up with someone. The guilt for the relief. [break][break]

"Well," Luck started, finally, figuring he couldn't say nothing forever. That, even if he should be quiet, perhaps... this was something they'd just have to tackle. "How've ya been?" He slung his bag over his shoulder, tried a grin, and stepped closer; dragging his gaze from him and between the two cabins. "You got keys?"

we'll never be as young as we are tonight[break]
baby, ain't that right, yeah

Tag: Nathaniel Collins [break]
Give me a nudge for any changes! Or if you need more sdkjfhsdjkfh!

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A time to sing, a time to shine

a time to leave, a time to stay

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Nate felt a bit guilty as Ella shot up off the swing and made a dash up toward the cabins, Charlie following behind her. He hadn't wanted to ruin the moment that they had going, but he was sure the weekend would bring other chances, other moments much like that one. He hoped so, anyway. He latched onto that hope as a means to push back the other feelings he was having. The guilt for interrupting them, the regret that they would never have a chance to be parents together (not that they had ever even decided if they wanted to, one way or the other), the bittersweet feeling he got watching how good Luck was with the kids. It was all better pushed back, not thought of this weekend. [break][break]

But he couldn’t stop his thoughts from spiraling, just briefly, as Ella darted past, mumbling about her new fishing pole and her brand new bathing suit. [break][break]

How long had they been one foot in, one foot out in their relationship? Both of them. In the ten years they spent together, they’d talked about marriage, about kids, about what they both wanted for the future. But they’d never really committed to a decision on any of it. So many of those conversations ended with one or both of them being tired, deciding to pick the conversation back up again soon, but then it wouldn’t be talked about for months at a time. They’d finally decided they wanted to get married, but never got around to actually making a plan, never thought to just elope and forgo any of the plans they’d been so bad at making. What had they been waiting for? [break][break]

The tiny girl disappeared, distraction gone. Nate forced his thoughts back to the present. There was no use digging into regrets, not now. He gave an awkward smile as he turned back toward Luck, who looked like he was about to say something then just, didn’t… [break][break]

What was he thinking? [break][break]

Nate could ask. He could pull at the thread and maybe try to unravel whatever knots Luck was keeping held tight. But then what? They had the whole weekend to get through, and they needed to be able to get along. For Quentin and Ella. For Kat. For themselves… They needed to find a way to do this without making it awkward for everyone. [break][break]

Instead, he was desperate to make this weekend feel easy. He wanted to prove he could do this, he could be useful. Not just a burden or a dark cloud, hovering around and dragging the mood down. He’d always been good at anticipating needs, at getting shit done without having to be asked for every little thing… [break][break]

That had been one of the biggest adjustments he’d had to make while he was learning how to live on his own. For the first time in his adult life, there was no one who needed him on a regular basis. No one to cook for, no one to comfort. No one to get up with early on a Saturday morning to deep clean the apartment with before having a lazy, relaxing evening together. He wasn’t a listening ear or just a soundboard after a bad day. [break][break]

Sure he had friends. He had Kat. But that wasn’t the same. [break][break]

He tried to fill his time. He organized and reorganized his new small space about a dozen different ways, until he couldn’t possibly think of a different way to arrange it. In the end, it felt like it was no different from where he started. He took Charlie to the dog park, chatted with other dog owners, but it felt like a superficial attempt at occupying his time at best. [break][break]

He’d even gone to a couple therapy sessions. He hadn't told even Kat or Nadia that he went. He wanted to try to unpack the reason he was like this, why he couldn’t just be content alone. He didn’t mesh with the therapist though, he felt more judged than understood. So he stopped going, thinking maybe he’d try again, maybe he’d find someone less.. traditional. [break][break]

The silence stretched a bit too long. Nate wasn’t sure what to say, what wouldn’t make it weird. He’d already screwed that up once, so he was grateful when Luck spoke first. At least, until he processed the question. The answer was so loaded. If he just said he’d been fine or good, they’d both know it was a lie, a cop out of giving anything meaningful. But what would be too much? Did Luck really want to know? Or was it his way at playing nice, at trying to be normal, since Nate had already thrown that term out there? [break][break]

“I’ve been-” lonely, trying to move on, failing, desparate to go back in time and redo that night.. “Adjusting, I guess… Okay, mostly.” It wasn’t a lie, but it was far from the full truth. [break][break]

“Yeah, I’ve got the keys.” He nodded as the space between them dwindled. Instead of focusing on how beautiful Luck's eyes were as the light caught them, he turned and started toward the cabin. [break][break]

“How about you, how are you?” He knew there had been something going on at work for him back at the end of the year, but he assumed that must have blown over by now. Maybe he was being a hypocrite, but he hoped Luck would expand more than he had when he answered the same question.

[attr="class","NATE_cabin_note"]Luck Harris | let me know if this is too much or if I assumed too much or anything, or if you need more since I didn’t really move them forward much

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[Luck Harris]

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LIFE IS SHORT, MAKE IT SWEET

days will be long but the years will fly right by

Luck couldn't help but search Nate's countenace as he answered. His eye drug slowly between his, not sure what he wanted to find in his gaze, but knowing that he wanted to be allowed to see it. Wanted to know he could still recognize, or maybe was allowed still to recognize whatever played across his face. He said he was adjusting... which had been more or less what he'd said in the apartment the night they'd gotten together to pack their things.... mostly. [break][break]

Like in the apartment, Luck had to swallow down the desire to let the empathy seep from him. To leave nothing to misinterpretation or guess and to feel with a decided certainty whatever it was those words meant. But just like that night — and every one of their brief encounters since, for that matter — he didn't. And he wasn't sure whether keeping his Gift in a figurative fist was more to respect Nate's privacy or if it was plain cowardice on his part; him not wanting to know, in case it cut. [break][break]

Luck nodded slow. He considered commenting 'good', maybe even offering an affirming hum, but his mouth only pressed faintly tighter. Not knowing exactly what "mostly adjusting" entailed, he really couldn't say much about it with confidence. Was it good? Was Luck supposed to be happy for it? [break][break]

Nate started toward their cabin, claiming he had the keys, and Luck felt something both loosen and tighten in his chest when he turned. Somehow it was both relieving and wrenching, for the searching to end. But he kept everything clear from his face as he stepped after him and managed not to wince when Nate turned the question back on him.[break][break]

"I am," he started easily, fully expecting himself to find the next word, or couple of words, without trouble. 'Okay'. 'Fine'. 'Doing alright'. All of those were acceptable answers. Not so damning to himself or demanding of Nate. Perhaps not so honest, either, but... maybe their new, devolved relationship required a certain level of... omission... for things to work. Even when no one else was around to see or hear. [break][break]

But... as he stepped after him up the cabin's front steps... eye lifting to the back of his head — noting the smoothed cowlick there that always gave him a minute's trouble in the morning mirror — he hesitated. Sucked his lip against his bottom teeth and faltered. "Managing," he finished finally, brow knitting at the more honest admittance. He wasn't sure where he pulled it from, but it felt true. Or almost true. "Mostly," he added after a beat, echoing Nate's final word about his own getting along and wondering, briefly, if the meaning there was similar. If they were using the word in the same way. [break][break]

Nate paused at the door to work the key into the lock and Luck stepped beside him. A little too aware of the little space between them, he rocked a half-step back, perhaps to put himself just out of the other man's periphery. Before he could focus too much on it, or before his answer could invite a silence that became awkward both to break or to allow to stretch, he tipped his head and decided to elaborate; speaking just to speak and trying his best to keep the words light. "It's been a lot of cycling... y'know? Going in circles." [break][break]

Going straight back and forth in a pendulum swing, more like. Or pacing a well-worn line from one end to the other, over and over. Deciding, retracting his decision, deciding something else more confidently, and then letting it all fall apart to start again from the beginning. [break][break]

He'd wake some mornings, confident he was losing the funk. That he'd get along and get over it. He'd go about his day, refreshed and feeling a little better. Like a new person with a new lease. But, as he crawled in bed the same night, he'd wonder if he really had to. If he could, after all. And everything he'd said or done the whole day would suddenly sound empty. Delusional. Faked. [break][break]

'I'll be fine without you', was a bold claim, never followed too far behind by a quieter, 'but do I have to be?' The firm decision to leave Nate alone and to allow him his space was eventually made less firm by the faint wondering that, perhaps... if he just texted... just asked... maybe... but then, he'd turn around and pace the other way. Decide confidently that Nate didn't want to hear from him and that it really wouldn't be fair to prod him. Selfish. Stupid. Pivot — what if Nate was waiting for just that? Hoping for it? Pivot — what if he wasn't? [break][break]

Pivot... pivot... and pivot again. Until he'd worn himself weary and the only real, easy answer was suddenly at the bottom of some whiskey glass.[break][break]

A lot of it, Luck knew — in some rational way he couldn't really make himself act upon — would be helped by a simple conversation. It didn't even have to be a very long one, if they were bold enough. Just another clearing of the air. A check-in. Perhaps, after so many months, things were more obvious. Maybe the heartache... the shock... had dulled enough for reason to filter through. And maybe it was clearer... whether or not either of them thought there was anything left to them that they could salvage. Anything that could be worked on. If they even wanted to.[break][break]

The door opened inward. But before Nate could step through the frame (or else, turn to leave), Luck moved forward. He braced a shoulder against the jamb, not blocking the entry but half-turned beside it to look at the other man square. His eye darted from the neighboring cabin's stoop, to his face, and he sucked in a breath. He could feel a flutter in his chest — the cry for cowardice, to stay safe and quiet, to swallow it down and not speak any more on it — but... before he could let it stop him... he wet his lips and forced them to part. His brow crinkled again and, after a silent moment, he spoke — voice dropped a little quieter than before. [break][break]

"Not the time or place for it, I know," he started, feeling his unanticipated bravado slip and ebb with each word. The rest of what was loaded in his chest and throat — not even the slightest bit thought through — threatened to deteriorate; to peter into a fumbling garble and then an eventual, dismissive shrug before it could find his voice. An 'ah, nevermind' rattled loose in his mouth. Familiar words; far more easy to find and simple to reach for. His chest pounded a little harder and he dropped his gaze to Nate's hand. Flickered it quickly to the dim interior of the cabin instead. Forced it, finally, back to his face.[break][break]

"But maybe... we could get together sometime and talk about it," he blinked rapidly, then tried a hesitant chuckle — something meant to reassure both himself and Nate that the suggestion wasn't anything serious. Or big. Or that it didn't threaten to kick his heart into an anxious frenzy just to speak it. But... as it filled the space between them, he wasn't too sure that it sounded anything more than uncertain. "There's a lot of... uh, blanks... that I can't fill on my own, I think. And maybe I need an idea of where your head's at, before I can really find mine."[break][break]

He tipped his face, eye dropping again, as he fought the urge to backtrack and backpedal. Before Nate could raise a concerned brow or say something gutting like he didn't think it was a good idea. Or that there was no need. It was something Luck knew he'd have to accept, there and then, if it came... but... inviting the blow was suddenly daunting. He realized, abruptly, that he wouldn't be quite ready for it. "Doesn't have to be soon. Or, or... or even a lot... just maybe, sometime...? Or not, I mean..." he pinched shut his eyes, brow lifting in a silent beg for Nate to stop him from going on.

we'll never be as young as we are tonight[break]
baby, ain't that right, yeah

Tag: Nathaniel Collins [break]
Give me a nudge for any changes![break]Or if the vibe just ain't vibing for ya B]

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