Carol felt she had pretended to be sick enough.
If she stretched the act any longer Luca might start calling doctors, and that would ruin everything.
Now the two of them sat on the couch.
An old sitcom played quietly in the background while a bowl of popcorn rested between them.
Carol picked a few pieces from the bowl lazily. Her son leaned back against the couch, one arm resting along the backrest behind her. He looked relaxed. "How is your father? I never did ask," Carol said casually, her eyes still on the television.
Luca reached into the bowl and grabbed a handful of popcorn before answering. "Still as threatening as ever. The older he is, the stricter he becomes."
Carol hummed quietly. "I always thought you were going to take after me...." Carol began.
Even before she finished the sentence, he felt the old reflexive irritation crawl up his spine..
"Mum...please don’t start. Can we not fight?" Luca whined. He had been here for days now, hovering around her, fetching food, checking on her, pretending he believed the act. The last thing he wanted was one of their usual arguments.
She gave the back of his head a smack. "Don’t cut me off while I am speaking."
The slap wasn’t hard, but it was sharp enough to sting his pride more than his skull. Luca rubbed the back of his head.
"Sorry."
"I thought you were going to take after me. But seeing you now, you are a balance of both of us and I wouldn’t have it any other way."
That was...unexpected.
"that’s the first nice thing you have said to me all my life." Luca chuckled.
"Yeah, well, you deserve a bit of my generousity seeing as you have been tending to my sick ass."
It had taken him a while, but the pieces had eventually fallen into place.
"I know you aren’t sick mum."
"What?" Carol snapped giving quite the innocent performance.
The woman had nerve, he’d give her that. Her eyebrows lifted, her mouth fell open slightly, the very picture of offended confusion.
"Well, I didn’t figure it out rightaway but I eventually did."
At first it had just been little things. The way she moved too easily when she thought he wasn’t looking. The fact that she still had enough energy to yell at the television during her evening shows.
Carol chuckled. "So why didn’t you say anything?"
Luca shrugged. "It seemed important to you that I stay. Plus, I missed you."
For years he had kept his distance from this house, from her temper, from the complicated mess that was their relationship. Life had been easier that way. But sitting here now, hearing her voice fill the room again, he realized how much space that distance had left inside him.
Carol smiled. "You do have to return. I know how demanding your job can be. When you are away for too long, things tend to fall apart."
Luca looked down at his hands for a moment, thinking about that.
She wasn’t wrong. Things stacked up quickly when he disappeared for too long.
"I’ll leave tomorrow." He said.


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