Tales Of The Telekinetic

Filming: "The Trees Are Green, Nights Are Quiet"

Life in the house wasn't exactly what Andrew had expected it to be this year. More people, more places to explore, and less time getting to walk around the halls than he had had the previous year. However, the amount of walks he had been asked to go on seemed to almost increase, and it became a daily thing for him and the man to simply walk together through the streets. Sometimes it was just silence and music, holding hands as they passed, barely a soul around. Sometimes it was talking, venting, laughing with each other until their sides hurt, which in that case, they quickly retreated to the porch. Andrew remembers the one evening they went out. The trees were just starting to lose their leaves, and the man was starting to lose his mind. They talked, forming a reasonable plan for their troubles, playing Space Oddity to calm the pain and finding meaning in the seemingly meaningless words. 

This year, the walks were slower, more relaxed, talking and laughing at videos and singing duets of Beetlejuice and Bowie. When they got back, they always sat down, taking a minute to breathe before going about their day. 

The other time they deeply shared was the night. They would lie in bed for hours, sometimes with the shadow of a certain billionaire behind them, and would discuss theories, watch YouTube, rant to each other, and even write this very book. For it seems, that is happening now, isn't it? It always seemed so quiet, just two people in the hours of darkness, bathed in the light of a single lamp, becoming more one with each other than ever before. 

That didn't change when a new addition entered the room one night. Little Nathaniel, Andrew's tiny four month old son, who was given to Andrew for "Bedtime Duty". The two didn't hesitate to continue on their routine, all the while helping a small infant make his way to Dreamland. The Man watched as Andrew finally got his son to sleep, kissing his little boy on the forehead and continually rocking him, tears coming out of his eyes for the first time since he watched his own movie. These quiet nights were so different from what Andrew used to have, from the screaming and abuse he took, the nights spent huddled under blankets, alone, at only five years old, dreading his father's hands and voice. 

The two men looked at each other with a soft knowing, that these nights would continue on for years to come, in many different places and many different states. No matter how far they planned to travel, they both knew deep down that they wouldn't change a single thing about the time they spent together.