Two years they've been - out. Two years, and in some ways they're both so young, even if parts of them are older. But Jeia settled the day after their desperate drive away from the facility, so - Jedao is an adult, in a way that Edwin and Marigold aren't. The identities Jedao created for them, the ones that give him the most right to murder anyone who tries to touch his boy - it doesn't matter if people give them weird looks. It matters, that they're a family. So: father and son.
Jedao doesn't really believe it's possible to live a lie. How you live is how you live. He took on the role of a math teacher, so he is one. He brought Edwin out into the world, and he's kept him, so he's his father.
He squints into wakefulness at the sound of Jedao's voice, lifting both hands to rub his eyes and then rub his face and then comb his fingers through his hair to scoop the mouse-shaped Marigold into his hands. She grumbles and knots back into a ball.
"Morning starlight." He's still sleepy, but it never lasts long when he remembers it's a Saturday.
Well, that wakes him up. He rolls out of bed and springs at Jedao's back as soon as his father turns around, like this isn't ritual and expected. Marigold squeaks in protest at the sudden motion.
"Auggghg!" Jedao yells, dramatically, as he bends his knees to take the weight, and gets his forearms under Edwin's legs to hold him on more securely. "I've been ambushed!"
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Jedao doesn't really believe it's possible to live a lie. How you live is how you live. He took on the role of a math teacher, so he is one. He brought Edwin out into the world, and he's kept him, so he's his father.
And weekends, usually, are just for them.
"Good morning, sunshine."
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"Morning starlight." He's still sleepy, but it never lasts long when he remembers it's a Saturday.
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