How Green Becomes Wood

"Habibi, I liked her because you liked her," Daizi told him, rubbing her thumb against the back of his hand, "but I did worry she might be stifling."

After a long time considering his words, Dark said simply, "A match may be poor in the long term, but be positive temporarily."
 
Alec sighed deeply. "Part of me wants to feel resentful, like, 'Why didn't anyone tell me?' Except a couple of people did, and even if everyone had, would I have listened to them?" He shook his head. "No, probably not. I liked her. I really liked her, but... No. We were not good for each other, and, honestly? I kind of liked someone else, too, which made me feel really guilty, and..." He closed his eyes and used his free hand to rub his eyes, trying to force himself not to cry. "Why does it hurt so much when it makes both logical and emotional sense?"
 
"I wanted you to feel free to make your own mind up," Daizi replied, rubbing his back. Truthfully, he never seemed particularly open with her about any concerns with Emma, so she didn't know how to broach certain topics with him when wasn't so bad she felt it her duty to intervene, "I knew she had some opinions about your father and I, but while you were happy, we wanted you to be happy."

"When you break up with someone, you not only have to say goodbye to the person they are now, but to the future you might have had with them," Dark said, "and you still care about her, even though you cannot stay with her."
 
Alec stayed where he was, leaned back and rubbing his eyes lightly, mostly because he was not certain of what else to do. What could he do? This was his first time trying to actually break up with someone in a proper, healthy, mature way, but now he felt lost. He knew his parents were right. He needed to make up his own mind, but... but what? He didn't know. He wanted to be angry. He wanted to blame someone else. He wanted to be sad. He wanted to distract himself so he wasn't sad. This was his idea, this was his choice, so why did it feel so awful and confusing? "I think I need to be sad for a while, but I don't want to be," he finally admitted.

Xander sat across from them in a chair. Quietly, he texted Sloan. Good/bad news. Alec broke up with her.
 
Alec gave a breathless chuckle as he leaned into her hug. "Thank you, Mama. Thank you, Ba. I didn't want to tell you before in case I changed my mind. Chickened out. I couldn't face explaining that."
 
"I understand," Daizi asked, rubbing his back, "I think it's very strong of you to have done it. I know how difficult it can be."

"I have questions I would like to ask, but now is not the time." Dark told him.
 
Alec opened his eyes and peered at Dark around his mother. "Well, now I'm just going to be wondering what the questions are," he said. "Want to just ask them? If I don't want to answer them now, I can later."
 
"Thanks, Mama. See you in the morning," Alec said quietly. He stood and headed upstairs to his room.

Xander pocketed his phone and stood as well. "I think I'll head up, too." He went down to his room, changed into PJs, and went up to join Alec.
 
"Sleep well," Dark said, nodding to the the pair of them as they left. Then, as Xander headed upstairs, Dark and Daizi settled down beside each other again, waiting quietly until it was safe for them to speak further.

It was around this time Xander received a text, Oh my god, is he okay??? I mean, like, it was inevitable but I still didn't expect it now
 
Xander waited until Alec was settled in bed and stretched out on his side with his face to the wall before checking his phone. He lay next to Alec, stretched out, giving him silent body contact. Alec didn't want to talk, but he needed someone there. To know he was not alone. Xander was happy to fill that need and lay in silence, messing on his phone.

He's not great, but okay. He didn't tell anyone in case he didn't follow through. Did it and finished it with her.
 
Damn, that takes a lot of courage, especially since she's, yk, intense. But break ups are haaaard. Sloan replied, sitting upright in bed and not particularly interested in her homework anymore.
 
Yeah. I'm proud he did it. Real proud. Hoping he doesn't spiral or anything, but he knows he's got people around him. That should help. Don't know what was said. Kind of wish I was a fly on the park bench for it.
 
That's a good idea, Xander agreed. He glanced over at his still brother. He looked asleep, but he wasn't. Not a party. Might think we're celebrating the break up. Got any ideas?
 
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