[Corrigan is really good at the sweet words, at the promises and high hopes and all of that. He holds up a lot of the promises, too -- he makes sure that the couch in Junpei's place gets replaced, he shells out for the best doctors, the best prenatal care, all the vitamins and maternity clothes and massages and the like. He spends countless nights over, on the new mattress, adjusting pillows and going to the store to get various craving snacks.
And yet, also, there's his job. And the business trips. And he doesn't want Junpei to travel in his condition, so he goes for a weekend. And then for a week. And babies are expensive and they're having two, so he picks up extra projects and he's gone more and more and maybe he's scared too. Scared of how overwhelming the idea of having three people depending on him is. Scared of failing. Scared of fucking up.
So: it's been a week, and Corry's back from Madrid and he's letting himself into the apartment with a long, low sigh.]
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And yet, also, there's his job. And the business trips. And he doesn't want Junpei to travel in his condition, so he goes for a weekend. And then for a week. And babies are expensive and they're having two, so he picks up extra projects and he's gone more and more and maybe he's scared too. Scared of how overwhelming the idea of having three people depending on him is. Scared of failing. Scared of fucking up.
So: it's been a week, and Corry's back from Madrid and he's letting himself into the apartment with a long, low sigh.]
Hey, it's me-- why are you up?