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Joq groaned again, but ate his ice-cream. It was incredible.
“And I know we don’t talk about George,” his dad went on carefully after a moment.
Joq winced.
“And I liked George, you know that,” his dad said still so very careful.
Joq did know that. They got along exceptionally well, understood each other, came from the same professional sporting world.
“But your mother was right, he wasn’t good enough for you,” he finished gruffly.
Joq swallowed his mouthful. “You never said that.”
“No,” he replied. “Not to you.”
To his mum then.
“You weren’t just agreeing to keep the peace?”
His dad chuckled. “There’s no peace to be had with that woman, it’s why I love her.” He turned serious. “No, Joaquin, between your mother and I, we knew it wasn’t right. I just played devil’s advocate for your sake. You loved him and I didn’t think your mother constantly pointing out that he wasn’t treating you right was helpful. It’s your life…”
“But?” Joq asked when he stopped talking.
“But I think you’d be a fool to let grieving over that mistake prevent you from moving forward. This one seems alright.”
“He’s a billionaire.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” his dad grinned.
“He didn’t tell me.”
His dad shrugged. “Maybe he knew it’d scare you off. You and your mother, well, let’s just say you’re very good at seeming unapproachable.”
Joq huffed. He didn’t feel like that on the inside. He wasn’t sure what he felt on the inside after George and Finn, after what he did to Finn.
“I don’t mean to be,” he mumbled and felt his eyes heat again.
“Hey, it’s not a bad thing,” his dad said gruffly, “it’s very appealing,” he finished with a joking smile.
Joq laughed.
“Maybe just give this one a chance. If not for him, for you.”
“I’m doing alright,” Joq said and finished his ice-cream. “No need to worry about me.”
“I don’t, but your mother does.”
Joq shook his head.
“Now, get some rest, I’m going to call her back, then call this Chris fellow, what do you think?”
“Ugh,” Joq replied, sank into the cushions and waved his hand in acquiescence.
His dad laughed and Joq listened to him talking to his mum, assuring her Joq was fine, and that yes, he was okay to come home because Joq had a new ‘friend’ and yes, he seemed like a nice boy, and no he did not strike him as the type like the other one.
“Can I call him?” his dad asked after he’d hung up. “I can stay if you’d prefer, it’s really no problem. I’d like to get to know this cat.”
Joq’s dad smiled fondly at Delia.
