Something I'd write? Hm.
"So why Mom?" Matt asked, listlessly stirring his drink.
"Well, your mom was there, and she looked good-"
"Jesus, Dad! I don't want to hear that shit." He sighed heavily. "I meant, why did you stay with her after..."
"I slept with her?" Dan said. Matt shifted in his seat.
"...Yeah." Matt lifted his glass in the air in an attempt to look casual, more mature, more refined, and less like a son listening to the story of his conception.
Dan flashed a wry smile. "Well, you were there, and you looked good-"
"Dad." Matt stared at his father, and both men felt all pretense melt away. Dan tilted his glass back and felt the dark ale slide down his throat. He gulped, and stared off vacantly, carefully considering his next words.
"I loved you from the minute I brought you into this world." He paused, rubbing his thumb against the side of his hand. "How could I not love the woman that brought you into this world?"
edited 18th Dec '11 9:25:45 AM by AgeAndYouth
He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.