I've Arrived

Right in front of you

                An expression similar to a child on Christmas morning was adhered on Vin's face.  Front half of his body on Egon's right shoulder, back half is wrapped against his neck. 
I was granted permission.  He can touch him.  I better not be dreaming this.

                Egon walks them both to the living room.  Sinking onto the couch while grabbing the TV remote. 
"What would you like to watch?  Cartoons? Sitcoms? Drama? Reality? Documentary? Sci-fi?"

                   This is all gibberish to Vin.
"Uh, I understood none of that.  Do whatever you want.  As long as I can stay right here, I'm more than content."

                   Cartoons appear on the television.  Vin is quickly completely enraptured by the screen.   It boggles his mind how the pictures materialized and move on the flat surface.
He peers over at the object held in Egon's hand. 
"Is that some type of extravagant magical wand?  There's no way this isn't magic.  Why won't you admit that you're a mage? Or a wizard? I can be your assistant!  I've been meaning to learn and use magic.  I get too.. distracted... it's tough to commit to it."

           Before Egon can burst Vin's bubble, his Dad walks in the front door.

               After Dad closes the door he turns his head toward the living room.  Not making any eye contact with the pair on the couch.
" Hi Son."

                "Hey Dad."

                "Oi!" Vin shouts

                  Egon's eyes fly wide open in shock and panic. His reflexes move like molasses in comparison to Vin's speed. He watches in frozen horror as Vin speeds off his shoulder, and appear atop his Dad's shoulder!
Damn weasel has some kind of warp speed or rocket boost in those legs. What the fuck is he doing!? Thinking!???

                  Cupping his hands to Egon's Dad's ear, Vin whispers,
"Your son, he's right in front of you."
Quick as lightning, He is back on the couch standing on all fours.

                 Egon observes in wonder as his Dad shakes his head as if he's clearing cobwebs.

                            Dad's eyes dart back and forth a couple times, then focuses on Egon, for the first time in years.
" E Egon? What?"

                         Tears instantly pour out of Egon's eyes. Springing from the couch, he engulfs his Dad in a crushing embrace. Ignoring the painful protests of his injured stomach.  
This moment, this right here, his Dad switching back "on" is what he's wished for and needed every day for 3 years.
All his overwhelming emotion continues to flood over in tears. He grasps his Dad tighter, afraid to let go.

                         Dad embraces him fully in his arms, loudly sobbing.

                          Egon is choked up over Dad openly crying. Even at Mom's funeral he was stoic, he either held it all in or was already detached from the present.

                         "Egon, I'm so sorry.  I didn't.. I couldn't..  I.."   His words broke up within his sobs.

                            "You don't have to explain.  I understand." 
Egon releases his Dad, wiping his eyes of tears to clear his vision.  Noticing his Dad's despair filled eyes, full of regret.
"Let's just move forward from this point, yeah? Leave all that behind us."  His Dad's expression changed to love and pride.

                      "I'm going to stay here for you, from now on, I promise." 
Clearing his throat he looked over at Vin. 
"I see you got yourself a new pet.  Why a ferret? And why is it wearing a purse?"

                       Egon nearly staggered and fell, his mind thunderstruck on what his Dad unveiled to him.
He can see Vin.  I'm not mental.  Not my imagination going haywire.  I'm not the only one that can see his existence.  Vin is real!   I still can't chance that Vin might be heard.  That's what could create the most chaos.
            This moment, right here right now, couldn't be anymore perfect.  Fuck, I'm going to cry again.

                  "It's a long story, Dad.  He has been supporting me emotionally.  I'm sorry I got him without your permission.  He was "Free to a Good Home" a family didn't want him anymore."
So sorry for all the lies. 

                   "That's ok.  I'm sure I made you feel like you couldn't ask me.  What's his name?"

                     "Vin."

                      "Looks like you've been taking great care of him.  You've always been a responsible kid, with everything.  I'm proud of you."

                        During all of this Vin is fighting with himself.  Holding back tears while the two hug.   Every fiber of his being wants to join in with the heartfelt emotions. 
It's not fair one bit that I'm restricted to acting like a basic ferret while all this is unfolding.  Pure torture.

                        Egon picks up Vin and cradles him in his arms.

                           Vin squeaks in surprise, not prepared for the sudden action.  Being held is more than welcome, he promptly melts in the warmth.

                             "I'm sorry to cut this short, Dad, I have a ton of homework.  When I'm done maybe we can watch a movie or something."

                             "See, you're always the responsible one.  I'll be out getting groceries while you're doing that.  You pick the movie we watch later."

                                His Dad encases him in another loving hug.   Then, grabs his keys that were still in the doorknob and heads out. 

                That was beautiful!!!"
Vin hollers, following it up with some shouts of celebration.

                   Egon set Vin down and stares at him incredulously. 
"You keep saying that I have magic. What you just did, Vin.. that was magic.  You can't tell me otherwise."

                    "The magic of that moment will always remain."   Beaming from head to tail.
"Can we talk about your Dad?  He looks like an outdoorsy type man.  I'd like to take him camping.  We could pitch a tent together ... hhmmahmm..."
It's all said with a crooked mischievous grin.

                     Nothing more is said due to Egon slapping his hand over Vin's mouth.
"Do me a favor, anytime you have such thoughts or feelings about my Dad, keep them to yourself.  Pleeeaaase. For my sake. For my sanity."