The day hadn't started off like any other in Chris's recent history.
First of all, he hadn't woken up to Lennox. That, in and of itself, was unsettling (even though he had a vague memory of Lennox telling Chris he was going out for a walk), but what was more unsettling was that he'd woken up to Neil of all people
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Gordon spilled half his cup of coffee over his hand at the sudden racket, and he cursed, sucking on the side of his fingers.
"What?" he demanded, his face becoming a wall, all frowns and lines at his son. He was, as always, immediately on the defensive, pulling up to his full height with only the slightest wince. "I will do no such thing, Christopher. I'm due at the barn any moment. Whatever it is, it can wait."
"No," Chris shot back, stalking across toward his father and stepping carefully onto the ice. It was hard to walk over the slick surface with purpose, but he did his best, his jaw tensed and eyes cold.
He couldn't really stop the way his hands shook, though.
The look on his son's face is enough to quell Gordon's bluster, just for a moment. He looked up stormily at him before placing his mug down on a bench and wincing his way to his feet.
He glanced at the tremor visible in his son's hands and then back up to his face, his mouth pressed into a thin, solemn line.
"Well?" he demanded, the ever-present thread of defensiveness present in his tone.
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First of all, he hadn't woken up to Lennox. That, in and of itself, was unsettling (even though he had a vague memory of Lennox telling Chris he was going out for a walk), but what was more unsettling was that he'd woken up to Neil of all people ( ... )
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"What?" he demanded, his face becoming a wall, all frowns and lines at his son. He was, as always, immediately on the defensive, pulling up to his full height with only the slightest wince. "I will do no such thing, Christopher. I'm due at the barn any moment. Whatever it is, it can wait."
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He couldn't really stop the way his hands shook, though.
"It can't wait. Come on."
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He glanced at the tremor visible in his son's hands and then back up to his face, his mouth pressed into a thin, solemn line.
"Well?" he demanded, the ever-present thread of defensiveness present in his tone.
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