How Green Becomes Wood

"That is why we trim cat claws instead of letting them grow and sharpen." Dark replied dryly, knowing there was no way for him to point out Xander didn't always need to sarcastically point out the worst-case scenario.

"If you'd like to, but I really have it all under control."
 
Xander smirked in amusement at Dark's expression and followed Daizi to help her with Dinner while Alec looked after Ivy. Kiki remained happy on Dark's shoulder, observing the world around her.
 
The next day, when Ivy was napping, Daizi was glad to spend some time on her day off in her favourite spot: on the couch, with her husband, underneath a blanket. The time seemed much more precious now, when their toddler was napping, than it ever did before Ivy was born, since she took up so much of their time and attention. And Ivy had woken up so, so early that morning, they were both praying she was going to have a long nap while they sat together, not really talking but just enjoying each other's company.
 
It was a nice and quiet afternoon.

Until Alec came thundering down the stairs and practically dove into the living room. Kiki chased after him, having no idea what was happening. Alec skidded to a stop, wide-eyed, and stared at his parents.

"I have a grave emergancy," he said calmly but seriously. He held up his phone. "I asked Emma what she wanted to do for Valentine's Day, if she wanted to do anything, and she said, 'Anything is fine. We don't have to do anything.' It's a trap, isn't it?"
 
Alec thundering in and announcing an emergency startled both adults deeply and they were already starting to get up off the couch before the teen spoke.

Then, Dark replied, "It is definitely a trap."

More hesitantly, Daizi said, "I don't know, it might not be. The two of us don't really celebrate Valentine's Day properly."

"It is a trap."

"...Okay probably, but it's not meant to be one. She probably just wants to see what you can think to do for her."
 
"I knew it was a trap!" Alec said, punctuating his statement by pointing a finger to the sky. "I knew it!" He started pacing. Kiki followed him because there was a string hanging off the cuff of his pant leg. "So. The problem is now, I've never done Valentine's Day. I know the theory, but I don't know what I like, or what she likes, or any of this. Do I get her flowers? I literally work in a flower shop, so it wouldn't be hard, but would that then mean less to her? But I do know how to make a bouquet, so I could make her one myself. That's got to mean something, right? And chocolates are a thing. I do know she likes chocolate, but not what type. If I ask, she could take that the wrong way. I should take her out to dinner, shouldn't I? But where?"
 
"Okay, first, take a deep breath habibi," Daizi told him, holding up her hands, "It's not too big of a crisis. The first thing you should ask yourself is what do you know about what she likes? Would she enjoy flowers, or would she think they're pointless since they'll just die in a little bit? What kind of foods does she like?"

"I believe typically in these sorts of tests, the idea is to prove that you know about her," Dark advised, "She may also be disappointed you have not already come up with solid plans, so near to the holiday."
 
Alec stopped pacing and ran his hands down his face. "I'm doomed! I know a lot about her, but I don't know if she likes dark chocolate or nuts, what she feels about cut flowers, or... Wait! I know her absolute favorite food is honey-walnut shrimp from Panda Express! I don't know how romantic of a food that is, but I could build off of there, right?" He turned, tapping his chin. "And I can get her a living flower or maybe a terrarium! If it's a good terrarium. I think I have time to go shop at Uncle Tristan's store for something. And you can't go wrong with a chocolate assortment, right?"

Kiki was on her back vigerously attacking the string.
 
"It is romantic if you make it romantic," Dark said, "It is too cold to eat outside, but you can find a way to make it special. I am sure she would enjoy the terrarium."

"Some part of me enjoys the big cheesy heart-shaped chocolate boxes," Daizi admitted, "They're stereotypical, but there's something fun about them."
 
Alec clapped his hands and gave a sharp nod. "Excellent! Then that's what I'm going to do. A big heart of chocolates, and I'll stick a bow on it. And tomorrow, I'll stop by and get some flowers. Oh! I have a lot of bits and bobs. I could get grocery store flowers and make a bouquet every bit as good as anything you could find in Uncle Tristan's store." He gave a sharp nod of satisfaction. Then he frowned a bit. "Now. Where to eat?" He started to wander off, pondering, Kiki chasing after. Then he stopped and said, "Thanks, Mama! Thanks, Baba! That was very helpful."
 
"Thanks, Ba! I have a lot to cover and very little time to do so!" Alec said. He ran back upstairs, leaving Kiki behind.

Kiki stared around, confused. Her person was suddenly gone. What happened? She sat down and mewed indignantly.

Xander came from upstairs where he'd been reading in his room. "What's going on?"
 
Kiki immediately settled when someone picked her up, glad to be held by anyone. The big hands were so warm! Much nicer than sitting on the floor.

"Oh, yeah, that is this week," Xander said, having forgotten despite every single store having something up to do with it. "That's, what, Tuesday? No, Wednesday, right? He's in a time crunch then."
 
"Thursday, actually," Daizi corrected.

"To be honest, I am surprised he did not already have plans. I presume it must have snuck up on him," Dark said, setting Kiki in his lap and unintentionally making himself look even more like a villain as he stroked her, "It does not help Daizi and I do not really celebrate it."
 
Xander shrugged. "Every day is Valentines for you two. I guess with a first girlfriend and stuff, you realize you have to think of things like that." He turned to head downstairs. "I can guess the answer, but I want to know when the Valentines Day for dudes is."

Kiki was nearly lost in Dark's lap she was so small, but growing steadily. She sat up straight and closed her eyes, purring at the pets. An acceptable human!
 
Daizi sighed, not finding it worth it in that moment to point out how Xander really didn't need to pointlessly gender everything. He clearly already knew that was what her response would be, so there was no point to saying it. Hopefully one day he'd learn.

"I think you need to know when Valentines' Day for people who do not date is," Dark replied instead, continuing to pet Kiki.
 
"It's the day after when you get to buy all the on-sale stuff," Xander said promptly. He glanced at Dark and considered making a "villian" comment, but chose not to. "Later." He disappeared downstairs.

Kiki arched her back, stretched, and lay down happily.
 
That Tuesday, the article Dark had interviewed for was published. They were sending a physical copy in the mail, but he read the digital copy---reading it wasn't much easier than sharing it, but it was easier nonetheless. It helped it wasn't only about him. The article followed four other people, who had all left Iraq in his same year. At the time they left, one had been about his age, one had been in their mid twenties, one was only a couple years younger than he had been, and one had been a seven-year-old who left with her family, but the part of the article focused on her. Some, like him, left by themselves. The twenty year old left with their now-ex-wife. Even though all of their stories, paths, and lifestyles diverged, there was a common theme throughout all of them he related to. It helped to read how many of them still missed at least parts of what was once their country, despite settling into their new lives.

For Dark's part, it never touched on the abuse he faced... At least not intentionally. There were some sentences which hinted at it, but it clearly the authors clearly attempted to avoid mentioning it. It spoke a lot, though, about his time in the Lion Cub's, the bombing of his home, and his time in the refugee camp before talking about the difficulty of being sent to New York and going to school there. Although the article didn't explicitly mention his suicide attempt, it did address the lack of sufficient mental health care he had received and how it took a long time for his life to stabilize, even with a program who made an attempt to support him. This, too, was a common theme across all of the recounts of the people from his program: they all eventually ended up in a fairly good place, but it was a really difficult and sometimes unwelcoming road to get there. The author highlighted how this program was clearly a step in the right direction, but wasn't enough, but unfortunately creating a sufficient program for as many refugees as needed it seemed like an impossibility.

Of course, his story, and the stories of all of the other members of his program, ended with updates of what they were doing now. The pictures of all of the program members were used. Ultimately, this article didn't use any of the family pictures taken in the actual article: the one they used of Dark was him just against their mantle, holding one of their plaster skull casts in his hands, looking slightly off the camera.

Trusting very few people he knew would actually read it, Dark took the evening to cope with the feelings it dredged up---easier, now that his depression was overall less severe---and the next day kissed his wife and baby goodbye before driving to Tristan's to help out at the flower shop again.
 
The twins didn't talk to Dark about the article, not knowing what to say, but they were aware it had come out. They waited until after Dark had read it, himself, before reading it. They sat in Xander's room with Xander reading it out loud to Alec because Alec couldn't bring himself to actually read it himself, even though he did want to know what it had said. They were both very quiet and sober afterward. It was a heavy thing to read about, especially with it happening to other people. It was strange, but hearing other stories so similar to Dark's was somehow worse than if Dark had been an isolated incident. They both hoped that maybe, just maybe, this would bring the attention needed to help make a better, bigger program.

The next day, they went to school like usual, and it was as if it had never happened. Except for the fact that both were now listening for any mention of the article from their fellow schoolmates.

Lex heard about the publication of the article from Cooger, but she waited until she could read the physical copy. She did so with a cup of coffee and her feet up on the coffee table and a cat on each side of her. She wasn't particularly surprised by what the article said, but she hadn't been aware of what had been going on in that realm of things. She appreciated learning more and finding out things like where she could donate to help others like Dark. She made a note to look them up and do some research into the couple of the mentioned organizations to decide which one she should donate to. She didn't have a lot of money, but even a little bit here and there could help one baby Dark.

When Dark arrived at the shop, Tristan had already been there for half an hour, straightening up and preparing for the day ahead. He normally left the shop with as little to do in the morning as possible, but holidays were a wild time. He was taking a few moments reading the paper and resting before the rush began. He didn't notice Dark coming in the back door at first, absorbed in reading the story as he sat next to the bouquet-making station in the back room. He had not expected to see Dark's face in the paper that morning, and he had certainly not expected to be faced with so much backstory all in one go. He'd already read it once, but he was scanning it again for details. He'd guessed a broad storyline about Dark's history, and he'd been right in the guesses he'd made, but he hadn't been prepared for the harsh reality of learning the truth.

When he noticed Dark, he hastily folded the paper away and stuck it under the stainless steel table, feeling suddenly as if he was doing something forbidden and had just been caught by an older brother. Not as bad as if he'd been caught by his father, at least. "Good morning," he greeted Dark pleasantly, folding his hands in his lap. "Was it a quiet trip today?"
 
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