It was actually kind of endearing, the way Justin seemed to be so worried about it. It was months away, and as far as Tony knew, it wasn’t the part of the year. Yet Justin was clearly concerned about it and that meant that those concerns needed to be addressed.
“It’s your party. Your company. You can do whatever you want. Have a staff meeting, send out an email, plaster the place with sticky notes.” He paused in the act of making sure everything was packed to wave a hand around. “It’s okay. I don’t mind. I’m just saying that you don’t have to worry about it. I want to come spend the day with you. I want to be there to support you. And okay, I’ll be honest, I want to have some fun with you. Normal people fun. Have a cookout, watch some fireworks, whatever else happens at Fourth of July parties.”
Movies told him one thing, his ridiculously extravagant lifestyle told him another, but Tony knew that there was a middle ground somewhere. One comprised of hot dogs and cheeseburgers, potato salad and pie, cold beers and cans of soda plucked from coolers by people sitting on folding chairs of metal and woven bands of fabric. The novelty of it, the normalcy, made it sound kind of fun. More than kind of, really. Justin didn’t need to overthink it.
“It’ll be great, don’t worry. And as much as I’d like to say let’s pay a visit to that buffet, we should probably not do that all over your parents’ house.” Stepping over to him, he took his hand and urged him to follow him out of the tent. The inside was packed up. All they had to do was dismantle it, fold it up, and then they could head back.
“So I’ll settle for a shower and take a rain check for the buffet until we get home. Deal?”
Apparently, Justin’s parents liked him. And he liked them. This visit had been a good idea, and while they still had time left, he intended to make the most of it. Even if they’d be back again come the next holiday.
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“It’s your party. Your company. You can do whatever you want. Have a staff meeting, send out an email, plaster the place with sticky notes.” He paused in the act of making sure everything was packed to wave a hand around. “It’s okay. I don’t mind. I’m just saying that you don’t have to worry about it. I want to come spend the day with you. I want to be there to support you. And okay, I’ll be honest, I want to have some fun with you. Normal people fun. Have a cookout, watch some fireworks, whatever else happens at Fourth of July parties.”
Movies told him one thing, his ridiculously extravagant lifestyle told him another, but Tony knew that there was a middle ground somewhere. One comprised of hot dogs and cheeseburgers, potato salad and pie, cold beers and cans of soda plucked from coolers by people sitting on folding chairs of metal and woven bands of fabric. The novelty of it, the normalcy, made it sound kind of fun. More than kind of, really. Justin didn’t need to overthink it.
“It’ll be great, don’t worry. And as much as I’d like to say let’s pay a visit to that buffet, we should probably not do that all over your parents’ house.” Stepping over to him, he took his hand and urged him to follow him out of the tent. The inside was packed up. All they had to do was dismantle it, fold it up, and then they could head back.
“So I’ll settle for a shower and take a rain check for the buffet until we get home. Deal?”
Apparently, Justin’s parents liked him. And he liked them. This visit had been a good idea, and while they still had time left, he intended to make the most of it. Even if they’d be back again come the next holiday.