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Despite what one may say about those with an attention disorder one of his few good traits was his ability to listen to another person speak – he took the words in with stride and paired them with a hazy phantasmagoria, imagining the woman standing in the great halls of a university, her smile curled into her cheeks, bright and true. Jude relaxed into the support of the chair, receding into the habit of curling into himself, pulling his legs off from the ground to rest his heels on the edge of the elevated surface. Languidly, he looped his arms around his legs, his hands weightless around his ankles. His chest felt warm as it ached, and he felt happy for Maggie, and simultaneously envious of her, because it sounded like she had the whole world laid out in front of her fingertips.
He raised his eyebrows, shamelessly impressed – after all, it wasn’t every day one meets a twenty year old working for the FBI, the very fact a testament of how different they came to be. “The FBI? That’s some real X-Files type shit.” Jude smiled into his response, feeling the sensation of monotony fade from the edges of his being, and for the sake of not ruining this interaction right from the get-go he ignored the vibrations from his cell phone, even though part of him immediately felt anxious about looking at the glistening screen.
“You say nothing’s changed but from over here it looks like you changed a lot.” He added, his amiable tone betraying the solemnness of his words. That’s how life is; they grow and cross new thresholds, until hardly anything from their pasts remain. Hannah, the beloved girl they all came to mourn, died young – and Maggie, no longer a child, was working with the government, building a life with her own hands. Jude’s shoulders fell, relaxing somewhat, and he hummed thoughtfully. “Though what’s more interesting is D.C’s zoo. Have you seen the pandas they have there? I bet they’re huge.”
Despite what one may say about those with an attention disorder one of his few good traits was his ability to listen to another person speak – he took the words in with stride and paired them with a hazy phantasmagoria, imagining the woman standing in the great halls of a university, her smile curled into her cheeks, bright and true. Jude relaxed into the support of the chair, receding into the habit of curling into himself, pulling his legs off from the ground to rest his heels on the edge of the elevated surface. Languidly, he looped his arms around his legs, his hands weightless around his ankles. His chest felt warm as it ached, and he felt happy for Maggie, and simultaneously envious of her, because it sounded like she had the whole world laid out in front of her fingertips.
He raised his eyebrows, shamelessly impressed – after all, it wasn’t every day one meets a twenty year old working for the FBI, the very fact a testament of how different they came to be. “The FBI? That’s some real X-Files type shit.” Jude smiled into his response, feeling the sensation of monotony fade from the edges of his being, and for the sake of not ruining this interaction right from the get-go he ignored the vibrations from his cell phone, even though part of him immediately felt anxious about looking at the glistening screen.
“You say nothing’s changed but from over here it looks like you changed a lot.” He added, his amiable tone betraying the solemnness of his words. That’s how life is; they grow and cross new thresholds, until hardly anything from their pasts remain. Hannah, the beloved girl they all came to mourn, died young – and Maggie, no longer a child, was working with the government, building a life with her own hands. Jude’s shoulders fell, relaxing somewhat, and he hummed thoughtfully. “Though what’s more interesting is D.C’s zoo. Have you seen the pandas they have there? I bet they’re huge.”