Instantly Lucas is smiling as the memory plays out. Max, Jonah, is so happy, untouched by events yet to come. It's easy to get swept up in that joy, wrap himself in it. The sorry attempt at a cake even gets a muted chuckle while Lucas basks in every little moment.
His own birthdays were just as quiet, but his Mom made no less of an effort than Max's family. The connection makes the memory more dear, with a pang of homesickness that's bittersweet, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes.
The present, the torch that would save - condemn? - his life a few days later. What a gift, and one that Jonah's father would never know had changed so much.
It's the toast that does Lucas in. He never had a father figure growing up and to hear the pride in Mr. Lewis's voice cracked what little resolve he has left. Smiling bright while tears finally slip free and roll down his cheeks.
"...Thank you," He manages to croak out, blinking away the reading so he can better look up to Max again.
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Date: 2020-09-26 03:19 pm (UTC)His own birthdays were just as quiet, but his Mom made no less of an effort than Max's family. The connection makes the memory more dear, with a pang of homesickness that's bittersweet, tears stinging at the corners of his eyes.
The present, the torch that would save - condemn? - his life a few days later. What a gift, and one that Jonah's father would never know had changed so much.
It's the toast that does Lucas in. He never had a father figure growing up and to hear the pride in Mr. Lewis's voice cracked what little resolve he has left. Smiling bright while tears finally slip free and roll down his cheeks.
"...Thank you," He manages to croak out, blinking away the reading so he can better look up to Max again.