11-01-2009, 12:17 AM
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He didn’t have to worry about him, but that’s exactly what he knew he would do. And that was the thing that Laurel seemingly did, despite his laid back approach to everything. He was a worrier by default, a trait that had been exacerbated more and more the older that he got. It seemed for every ounce of experience in the big game of life he received, another thing he found he had to worry about. There had been a time when his worries didn’t extend beyond finding a place to sleep and something to eat and drink, but those were long behind him. He had learned self-sufficency. There had been a time when he wondered what he was experimenting with would send him down a path and around a bad turn; he learned quickly who were the right folk to be dabbling in when it came to substance.
Parenting shouldn’t have been something so new to him, not with his track record and the wake he had unknowingly left behind, but he found for every little milestone achieved there too was something else to worry about. It wasn’t easy to handle either, not when he felt like he was dealing with a bristling feral whatever that he had backed up into a corner. Even though Snake possessed a great deal of stoicism, Laurel felt the unseen presence of something unpredictable there. So for the achievements that his son had made already within Inferni were suddenly more understandable.
“Yeah,” he said flatly, “I guess that’s true. I’d expect no less, y’know.” Given Snake’s heritage, he was certainly well-equipped in the brains department, surely. Maybe they weren’t a picture perfect family, but there was some sort mutual understanding beneath all of that. Perfection wasn’t as perfect as it was led to believe, anyway. “But there’s always a difference between believing something and then seeing it with your own eyes.” Yet looks were always deceiving, weren’t they? “But your mom will be happy to know you’re okay, either way.”