Family Matters

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It wasn't like it was actually a rule, but somehow it'd become habit that when Elisha had the door to his studio closed. If he was honest with himself - which he was for most things, but avoided for a few others - it was probably because he had a tendency to snap when he was interrupted.

In any case, it had the often welcome consequence of uninterrupted quiet whenever he wanted, and he sighed a little as he started his coffee pot and wandered towards one of the unfinished canvas. Needless to say, the sharp knock at the door was a surprise.

"Yeah?" He said.

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Elisha laughed a little. "Sometimes it's more like he would have preferred to raise himself," he said, slumping down in his chair. "Sarah needs us. Shit, Izak even needs us sometimes. But Ty can't stand needing anyone."

He picked up his cold coffee. He sort of wished it was whiskey, but it was too early for that. "Especially not me, apparently."

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"He needs us, Elisha." Hadyn said, leaning in closer to Elisha. "He just needs us in a different way. He...doesn't know how to ask. He's so much like you, Elisha. You might as well have been his own parent for all he got from me."

He took one of Elisha's hands in his, squeezing it gently. "If....you let him leave like this, you'll regret it. And I love both of you too much to watch that."

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"He's not going to listen to me," Elisha said. "Come on. He listened to me more when he was fifteen, when no one listens to their damn parents." But despite that, Hadyn was probably right, and he sighed. "After he gets back from the airport. Oliver's jumping ship, I don't know if we'd reached full decibel for that part or not."

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"No...But...Oliver mentioned it when he came in search of coffee." Hadyn said, sighing a little. Oliver was, he figured, always going to be the one that actually stole Ty away from Elisha. Maybe, at the heart of it, that was why Elisha couldn't get over it.

"They make each other happy," he said after a moment, "maybe that is the only thing we can ask for. For better or worse, we're a family."

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Elisha slanted Hadyn a look and shrugged. "I guess so," he said. There was something of a tone of defeat in his voice, something that hadn't happened very often in the years he and Hadyn had been together.

"I'll try talking to Ty when he gets back," he said, standing up. "I can't guarantee he's going to bother listening to me."

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"So make him listen, and try not yelling at him." Hadyn suggested with a smile. "Have you eaten yet? Because...Micah is daring to cook in your kitchen, with the help of Izak. and...assuming that the canvas hasn't seduced you yet, it would be nice for you to join us."

He smiled at Elisha, before leaning in and kissing the man he loved. "Just...remember that he loves you, darling. No matter what it might seem like."

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Easier said than done, Elisha thought, but he just forced a half smile on his face. "It didn't have time," he said dryly. "I was interrupted pretty quickly. What are we having? And Micah does realize that our kitchen doesn't stay kosher very long, right?"

He didn't respond to the last part of Hadyn's statement, though, because he didn't doubt that Ty loved them both. He just doubted that he wanted them as anything other than figures on the edges of his real life.

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"Oh....I don't know. Hashbrowns, something...else. I don't really remember the various things he mentioned, but Izak assures me it taste well enough." He said, with a shrug. "And I assume he knows it won't stay kosher. He does live with Izak." He didn't say it, but it was perhaps ironic that the two members of the family who tried hardest to remain kosher...was Ty and Elisha.

"Come on, then." He said as he stood. "Lets try to have some holiday cheer. We could go look at the lights tonight." Something.