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the film festival is tonight at school and I have to work for it :) so I’ll be gone the rest of the night <3 have a lovely day tomorrow and wish me luck on my oral exam!

have fun, good luck! :)

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“Because we all know the good old fashioned silent treatment works wonders,” Bryce replied nonchalantly and over-exaggeratedly nodded before simmering down.

Casey just shot Derek a look that said, ‘you deserved that.’

Derek just sighed. “It isn’t the silent treatment, Bryce,” he said slowly. And it wasn’t. He wasn’t five, and neither was Bryce. Bryce had made a very immature decision, though, and especially considering the circumstances, he should have known better. Derek couldn’t just forgive him immediately; how would he ever learn? Bryce seemed never to understand consequences for things. “We’ll discuss it later though.”

“I’m busy later,” Bryce said dismissively. 

Casey rolled her eyes and hid a small smirk behind her glass. Derek had been pretty unreasonable towards their youngest the last few days, so she really couldn’t blame Bryce for being so unreasonable now. “So, Amanda, how’s work been?” She asked.

“Great! It’s been pretty busy lately but…” Amanda shrugged. “C’est la vie.” She reached over to wipe Lily’s mouth, because it had ketchup all around it. Lily fought her off and she said, “Stay still,” firmly, which Lily did, letting her mother wipe her mouth.

[ooc: IDK if that’s a saying y’all use in Ireland, ‘c’est la vie.’ It’s French, it means ‘that’s life.’ Kind of like, well it sucks but c’est la vie. XD]

Bryce wrinkled his nose at the small child who had a goofy grin prominent as she playfully tried to fight Amanda off, only to send ketchup flying everywhere, making him snort.

“No table manners,” Their grandfather said, jokingly for once as he leaned over with a slight groan to pick up the bottle that’d fallen from the high chair table.

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Dane smiled and looked over at Bryce. Seeing his little brother look slightly annoyed, he added, “And Bryce will probably get a solo next year for sectionals,” even though bragging time was over. He knew Bryce was pissed at their dad, and he kind of was too because what had Bryce done that was so bad? Derek hadn’t ignored him for days when he made a drunk decision that took Anna’s life. No one even died this time, so what the hell was the big deal?

“They’re good boys,” Derek said, not making eye contact with either of his sons, instead looking at his father.

Bryce made a face over the table at Dane. 

“…When they know their place and don’t speak out of turn,” Derek’s father responded and shot a look at Bryce, raising his chin a minor fraction. He looked over at Dane then. He still wasn’t okay with this whole “gay” nonsense and that cutting business, but he was a smart boy. He’d go far, that he was sure of.

Casey pressed her lips into a thin line, taking a sip of her wine. Nobody should be sober for this.

Dane sunk down visibly in his chair, not meeting his grandfather’s eyes; though he really, truly wished he could.

Derek tensed at the look his father was giving Dane, and said, “Discipline is a parent’s job, dad.”

“Because we all know the good old fashioned silent treatment works wonders,” Bryce replied nonchalantly and over-exaggeratedly nodded before simmering down.

Casey just shot Derek a look that said, ‘you deserved that.’

Derek just sighed. “It isn’t the silent treatment, Bryce,” he said slowly. And it wasn’t. He wasn’t five, and neither was Bryce. Bryce had made a very immature decision, though, and especially considering the circumstances, he should have known better. Derek couldn’t just forgive him immediately; how would he ever learn? Bryce seemed never to understand consequences for things. “We’ll discuss it later though.”

“I’m busy later,” Bryce said dismissively. 

Casey rolled her eyes and hid a small smirk behind her glass. Derek had been pretty unreasonable towards their youngest the last few days, so she really couldn’t blame Bryce for being so unreasonable now. “So, Amanda, how’s work been?” She asked.

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“And they’re both in the Warblers this year,” Derek added proudly. “Dane even choreographs the dance numbers and he sang a duet at Regionals.”

Dane blushed and stirred his food around on his plate.

“You act like I should be surprised they’re doing so many extra things and achieving such good grades,” Their Granddad look fairly pleased for once instead of just annoyed, and their grandmother was smiling, helping her little granddaughter in a high chair beside her hold her bottle up.

Bryce nodded, agreeing, feeling his Mom’s eyes on him but not looking at her. He didn’t want her sympathetic look or her saying, ‘he’ll get over it eventually’ because it’d been like four days and Derek still hadn’t said a word to him, and now he was past the stage of “understanding” and well into “well fuck you father.”

Dane smiled and looked over at Bryce. Seeing his little brother look slightly annoyed, he added, “And Bryce will probably get a solo next year for sectionals,” even though bragging time was over. He knew Bryce was pissed at their dad, and he kind of was too because what had Bryce done that was so bad? Derek hadn’t ignored him for days when he made a drunk decision that took Anna’s life. No one even died this time, so what the hell was the big deal?

“They’re good boys,” Derek said, not making eye contact with either of his sons, instead looking at his father.

Bryce made a face over the table at Dane. 

“…When they know their place and don’t speak out of turn,” Derek’s father responded and shot a look at Bryce, raising his chin a minor fraction. He looked over at Dane then. He still wasn’t okay with this whole “gay” nonsense and that cutting business, but he was a smart boy. He’d go far, that he was sure of.

Casey pressed her lips into a thin line, taking a sip of her wine. Nobody should be sober for this.

Dane sunk down visibly in his chair, not meeting his grandfather’s eyes; though he really, truly wished he could.

Derek tensed at the look his father was giving Dane, and said, “Discipline is a parent’s job, dad.”

“Because we all know the good old fashioned silent treatment works wonders,” Bryce replied nonchalantly and over-exaggeratedly nodded before simmering down.

Casey just shot Derek a look that said, ‘you deserved that.’

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“School’s good,” Dane said, seeing that Bryce wouldn’t say anything short of a remark that would get him grounded. “We both have really good grades.”

“The brains never do skip a generation,” Grandfather replied, satisfied with Dane’s answer. “It’s a blessing, really.”

Bryce took a discreet deep breath, trying not to insult him by saying, ‘well, except yours’ and probably being yelled at. Really, he was already grounded and had nothing to lose. But he knew Dane was uncomfortable enough and he didn’t want to upset the others intentionally either.

“It is,” Casey confirmed when Bryce didn’t add anything to it, silently thankful. She could see his little smirk and the sarcastic responses twirling around in his head. She wasn’t a fool. “They’re both doing mainly honor subjects and are passing every class at the top.” So what if she wanted to rub it in his face a little how amazing her sons were?

“And they’re both in the Warblers this year,” Derek added proudly. “Dane even choreographs the dance numbers and he sang a duet at Regionals.”

Dane blushed and stirred his food around on his plate.

“You act like I should be surprised they’re doing so many extra things and achieving such good grades,” Their Granddad look fairly pleased for once instead of just annoyed, and their grandmother was smiling, helping her little granddaughter in a high chair beside her hold her bottle up.

Bryce nodded, agreeing, feeling his Mom’s eyes on him but not looking at her. He didn’t want her sympathetic look or her saying, ‘he’ll get over it eventually’ because it’d been like four days and Derek still hadn’t said a word to him, and now he was past the stage of “understanding” and well into “well fuck you father.”

Dane smiled and looked over at Bryce. Seeing his little brother look slightly annoyed, he added, “And Bryce will probably get a solo next year for sectionals,” even though bragging time was over. He knew Bryce was pissed at their dad, and he kind of was too because what had Bryce done that was so bad? Derek hadn’t ignored him for days when he made a drunk decision that took Anna’s life. No one even died this time, so what the hell was the big deal?

“They’re good boys,” Derek said, not making eye contact with either of his sons, instead looking at his father.

Bryce made a face over the table at Dane. 

“…When they know their place and don’t speak out of turn,” Derek’s father responded and shot a look at Bryce, raising his chin a minor fraction. He looked over at Dane then. He still wasn’t okay with this whole “gay” nonsense and that cutting business, but he was a smart boy. He’d go far, that he was sure of.

Casey pressed her lips into a thin line, taking a sip of her wine. Nobody should be sober for this.

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Casey smiled and took the glass, refilling it for Amanda’s husband before handing it back to him.

Bryce had been thinking the same thing as Dane and bit the inside of his lip trying not to laugh. 

“Something funny I’m missing?” The devil himself asked at that exact moment, looking critically between his two eldest grandsons.

Dane shook his head quickly, laughter dying in his throat, glancing at Bryce to see that he was fighting not to laugh too. He wondered if Bryce was thinking about the wine too.

“No, I just find myself amusing.” Bryce said simply and fought the urge to roll his eyes.

The elder man looked between them before he gave a curt nod of his head. He looked like he wanted to say something, but let it go at the last moment and sat back in his chair. “So, how’s school then? Keeping up the Seigerson legacy, I hope,” He gave Bryce a pointed look.

Bryce wanted to tell him to go fuck himself and bit down on his tongue, looking at his grandmother who looked awkward.

“School’s good,” Dane said, seeing that Bryce wouldn’t say anything short of a remark that would get him grounded. “We both have really good grades.”

“The brains never do skip a generation,” Grandfather replied, satisfied with Dane’s answer. “It’s a blessing, really.”

Bryce took a discreet deep breath, trying not to insult him by saying, ‘well, except yours’ and probably being yelled at. Really, he was already grounded and had nothing to lose. But he knew Dane was uncomfortable enough and he didn’t want to upset the others intentionally either.

“It is,” Casey confirmed when Bryce didn’t add anything to it, silently thankful. She could see his little smirk and the sarcastic responses twirling around in his head. She wasn’t a fool. “They’re both doing mainly honor subjects and are passing every class at the top.” So what if she wanted to rub it in his face a little how amazing her sons were?

“And they’re both in the Warblers this year,” Derek added proudly. “Dane even choreographs the dance numbers and he sang a duet at Regionals.”

Dane blushed and stirred his food around on his plate.

“You act like I should be surprised they’re doing so many extra things and achieving such good grades,” Their Granddad look fairly pleased for once instead of just annoyed, and their grandmother was smiling, helping her little granddaughter in a high chair beside her hold her bottle up.

Bryce nodded, agreeing, feeling his Mom’s eyes on him but not looking at her. He didn’t want her sympathetic look or her saying, ‘he’ll get over it eventually’ because it’d been like four days and Derek still hadn’t said a word to him, and now he was past the stage of “understanding” and well into “well fuck you father.”

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Casey smiled and took the glass, refilling it for Amanda’s husband before handing it back to him.

Bryce had been thinking the same thing as Dane and bit the inside of his lip trying not to laugh. 

“Something funny I’m missing?” The devil himself asked at that exact moment, looking critically between his two eldest grandsons.

Dane shook his head quickly, laughter dying in his throat, glancing at Bryce to see that he was fighting not to laugh too. He wondered if Bryce was thinking about the wine too.

“No, I just find myself amusing.” Bryce said simply and fought the urge to roll his eyes.

The elder man looked between them before he gave a curt nod of his head. He looked like he wanted to say something, but let it go at the last moment and sat back in his chair. “So, how’s school then? Keeping up the Seigerson legacy, I hope,” He gave Bryce a pointed look.

Bryce wanted to tell him to go fuck himself and bit down on his tongue, looking at his grandmother who looked awkward.

“School’s good,” Dane said, seeing that Bryce wouldn’t say anything short of a remark that would get him grounded. “We both have really good grades.”

“The brains never do skip a generation,” Grandfather replied, satisfied with Dane’s answer. “It’s a blessing, really.”

Bryce took a discreet deep breath, trying not to insult him by saying, ‘well, except yours’ and probably being yelled at. Really, he was already grounded and had nothing to lose. But he knew Dane was uncomfortable enough and he didn’t want to upset the others intentionally either.

“It is,” Casey confirmed when Bryce didn’t add anything to it, silently thankful. She could see his little smirk and the sarcastic responses twirling around in his head. She wasn’t a fool. “They’re both doing mainly honor subjects and are passing every class at the top.” So what if she wanted to rub it in his face a little how amazing her sons were?

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Bryce glanced at his grandfather instead of at Dane just to catch the man roll his eyes and look indignant. He sighed again to himself, watching his two little cousins interact, oblivious to the obvious discomfort at the table.

Casey watched the exchanges critically. She was not going to have her boys upset this Easter. She wasn’t going to sit back and let them answer judgmental question after judgmental question. It wasn’t happening, despite them being her in laws. “Anyone want some more wine?” She asked a moment after Dane answered, wanting to take some of the pressure off and jabbing Derek under the table.

“We have more chicken in the kitchen if anyone wants it,” Derek added quickly.

“I’ll take some more wine,” John said, holding out his glass for Casey to pour him a drink.

Dane wondered what would happen if he asked for wine. Someone would probably end up dead. Like Grandfather, from a heart attack. He laughed a little bitterly, unable to contain it, thinking of what the crime scene would look like.

Casey smiled and took the glass, refilling it for Amanda’s husband before handing it back to him.

Bryce had been thinking the same thing as Dane and bit the inside of his lip trying not to laugh. 

“Something funny I’m missing?” The devil himself asked at that exact moment, looking critically between his two eldest grandsons.

Dane shook his head quickly, laughter dying in his throat, glancing at Bryce to see that he was fighting not to laugh too. He wondered if Bryce was thinking about the wine too.

“No, I just find myself amusing.” Bryce said simply and fought the urge to roll his eyes.

The elder man looked between them before he gave a curt nod of his head. He looked like he wanted to say something, but let it go at the last moment and sat back in his chair. “So, how’s school then? Keeping up the Seigerson legacy, I hope,” He gave Bryce a pointed look.

Bryce wanted to tell him to go fuck himself and bit down on his tongue, looking at his grandmother who looked awkward.

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Bryce resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the tense atmosphere, instead looking at the ceiling momentarily, sighing noiselessly. Things were tense and awkward and the fact Dane kept shifting nervously was putting Bryce on edge. He doubted anyone else noticed it apart from his parents, who just shot him a look as if to say “it’s almost over” but didn’t speak.

Casey had done a fairly good job of keeping conversation topics light, and now they’d settled into a silence. It wasn’t necessarily awkward, but it wasn’t pleasant either, though Bryce had no idea what to say, or if to say anything at all. Instead, he shot Dane a look that said, “I would much rather read than this.”

“How is your boyfriend, Dane?” asked Aunt Amanda kindly.

“Alex is great,” Dane said, wondering why they had this stupid Easter dinner tradition and now everyone was looking at him.

Bryce glanced at his grandfather instead of at Dane just to catch the man roll his eyes and look indignant. He sighed again to himself, watching his two little cousins interact, oblivious to the obvious discomfort at the table.

Casey watched the exchanges critically. She was not going to have her boys upset this Easter. She wasn’t going to sit back and let them answer judgmental question after judgmental question. It wasn’t happening, despite them being her in laws. “Anyone want some more wine?” She asked a moment after Dane answered, wanting to take some of the pressure off and jabbing Derek under the table.

“We have more chicken in the kitchen if anyone wants it,” Derek added quickly.

“I’ll take some more wine,” John said, holding out his glass for Casey to pour him a drink.

Dane wondered what would happen if he asked for wine. Someone would probably end up dead. Like Grandfather, from a heart attack. He laughed a little bitterly, unable to contain it, thinking of what the crime scene would look like.

Casey smiled and took the glass, refilling it for Amanda’s husband before handing it back to him.

Bryce had been thinking the same thing as Dane and bit the inside of his lip trying not to laugh. 

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Dane tugged at the collar of his shirt and stared at the food on the plate in front of him. Everyone sitting around the table was eating, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. His stomach churned, and he couldn’t look up at anyone at the table, afraid of what they would say to him, what they might think of him.

Bryce resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the tense atmosphere, instead looking at the ceiling momentarily, sighing noiselessly. Things were tense and awkward and the fact Dane kept shifting nervously was putting Bryce on edge. He doubted anyone else noticed it apart from his parents, who just shot him a look as if to say “it’s almost over” but didn’t speak.

Casey had done a fairly good job of keeping conversation topics light, and now they’d settled into a silence. It wasn’t necessarily awkward, but it wasn’t pleasant either, though Bryce had no idea what to say, or if to say anything at all. Instead, he shot Dane a look that said, “I would much rather read than this.”

“How is your boyfriend, Dane?” asked Aunt Amanda kindly.

“Alex is great,” Dane said, wondering why they had this stupid Easter dinner tradition and now everyone was looking at him.

Bryce glanced at his grandfather instead of at Dane just to catch the man roll his eyes and look indignant. He sighed again to himself, watching his two little cousins interact, oblivious to the obvious discomfort at the table.

Casey watched the exchanges critically. She was not going to have her boys upset this Easter. She wasn’t going to sit back and let them answer judgmental question after judgmental question. It wasn’t happening, despite them being her in laws. “Anyone want some more wine?” She asked a moment after Dane answered, wanting to take some of the pressure off and jabbing Derek under the table.