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“They call every year on my birthday now which is a step. Surprised the hell out of me when they called me up out of the blue three years ago since I hadn’t heard from them in seventeen years. They’re working it out.” he’d meant to gloss over that part, didn’t want him to know his parents didn’t want anything to really do with him since he ‘officially’. That he’d lived with Carter, his older sibling, since he was fourteen. But it did get better, even if it took half his life to do it. “Sometimes life surprises you.”

“Oh?” he asked a little surprised. “Food sounds pretty good to me actually. Yeah. Maybe I can monitor those fingers of yours.”

“I’m glad things are working themselves out for all of you.  Hang in there.  I’m sure it’ll keep getting better if they’re willing to work towards understanding you.”  Blaine could understand how even the smallest steps felt like mountains you’ve climbed to the top of every chance you got to feel like you made headway with your parents in getting them to accept you.  Any hint of approval was something worth clinging onto.  Because you never were sure when you might get another one.  Or lose what groundwork you made.  It was nice to see that Jason’s parents put forth an effort that stuck.  Slowly, but surely, his mother was doing the same.  Now that his father was tapering out of the picture several years after his parents divorced.  Only a matter of time before that was bound to happen.  If it gave him his mother the happier and more herself she became?  That was his celebration.  Take what you can get, remember?

“Even if they can’t understand.  You’re still their son.  It’s nice to see they’re remembering that.  Come on.  Dinner’s on me then,” he glanced down at his fingers and held in a groan.  Tomorrow was going to be ugly.  Might as well admit it to himself.  Smiling up at Jason anyway, he grabbed his gym bag off the bench and slung it over his shoulder.  “Any requests?”