The Holiday.

Daniel pt.2

Larry POV

My heart jump in my throat.

He ask, but I tell he know in his heart the answer.

Danny.

"No just answer me."

We ... you could not understand ...

"So it's true ... you are my Dad! Whyyyyy .....you and Mom ...."

He begins to cry again, I touch his arm and he pulls away.

"Don't touch me, don't talk to me. Just ... just go, leave me alone. I wanna be alone."

Daniel you only think you do. Stay for a while, we no have to talk. Maybe you just listen?

"I don't want to hear anything you have to say, it probably be more lies."

He opens the door.

Daniel wait.

"Va te faire foutre ... hmph ... Papa."

He slams the door and runs inside.

Shit.

I need to call Flynn, but there is no need. Her mother intuition must have kicked in, because she's calling me.

'Hello.'

'Larry, what's wrong with Daniel?'

'How you know?'

'I can't think of any other reason for you to leave this room at 3 AM and not tell me, what's wrong with my baby?'

'He ... He knows.'

'What! Why did you tell him we were all supposed to do it together.'

'I not tell him Bébé, based on what he said I think his friends somehow gave him the idea and ... he figured it out, he just figured it out ... he knows.'

'Let me speak to him.'

'No, he back in the dorm. He ran back inside, I in the car. I'm on my way.'

'You left him! Larry, he doesn't need to be alone now, he needs us.'

'Bébé calme, he need to process. His therapist say he do better like that, I do better like that too. I coming back now, we see him later.'

'OK. I need to call Devin.'

'Yes you do.'

Tomorrow might not be so good a day.

Daniel gets back to his room. His roommate is sitting on the chair. He stands up, runs to the door and tries to touch Daniel's arm, but he pulls away and lays on his bed.

His roommate sits on his own.

'So what he say?'

'What do you think?'

'Wow.'

'Whatever, I'm tired. I don't wanna talk about it.'

'Dude, this is heavy. You sure? I don't mind listening.'

I just ... I don't know, I wonder if everybody knew ... like my Grandparents. This fucking quilt ... she's not even my real Grandma! Dad, well Devin ... forget it.'

'Daniel.'

He says nothing as the tears start to fall again.

'Don't cry ... Hey I'm sorry I pushed it ... it's just you look so much like him. Everyone saw it and started to ask me ... Daniel, I'm sorry. I never should have said anything. D. I'm sorry.'