Spencer were in the same mindset.
Once we'd all taken seats, I took over. I'd asked to be the one to tell him, because at one time, we had shared a life together. Even if it wasn't anything we both could really remember; it was still something.
"Dillon, Spencer had previously arranged this meeting with you to discuss business m atters. In what I can only describe as one of the most amazing pieces of synchronicity that I've ever experienced, we've learned something in the last few days that made this appointment necessary for a completely different reason. I could stand here all day building up to the real reason we're all here today, but I think it would be fucked up to do that. To put it bluntly, this week we found out that the three of us share a brother, and it's you."
The room was bathed in silence as we all waited with baited breath for his response. He took the three of us in one by one, staring at us as though he were trying to decide if it could be true. Finally, he looked right at me.
"Is that why you look familiar to me?"
So he had sensed it. Nodding my head in the affirmative, I spoke again. "Yes. You and I were raised together for the first year of our lives. You, Damien and I share a father, while you and Spencer share a mother. The same applies to Leah. To be perfectly blunt with you, our parents were fucked up losers. Our father is dead, has been for just over twelve years. Your birth mother is alive, but she's about the farthest thing from maternal that you can possibly imagine. In fact, we only found out about all of this now because she's trying to blackmail us. She's known where you and Leah were the entire time."
It took almost an hour to explain the ins and outs of the details to him, letting him know everything we'd found out this week about the newest additions to our family. He took it all in, but stayed mostly silent, other than asking questions for clarification from time to time. I didn't detect much emotion from him until we'd finished talking and I handed him the pictures of the two of us. For the first time, there was crack in his façade. I saw him struggle to control his emotions, but eventually he got himself under control.
Looking up at the three of us he asked, "What do you expect out of this? I need to know what your intentions are before I draw my sister into any of this."
I nodded my head, because I understood that completely. "We want to have relationships with both of you. Fuck the blackmail, because we don't give a rat's ass about that. We aren't paying or playing with Marceline. But you're just as much a part of this family as we are, and so is Leah. The entire family is ready to welcome you with open arms, but that has to be your decision. I know we can't pressure you, and we are prepared to do whatever it is that you want to do. Speaking for the three of us, I can tell you without reservation that we want you to become part of our lives. Our intentions are good Dillon."
Running his hands through his hair, he shook his head as he blew out a deep breath. "I can respect that, but it is a lot to take in. I need to think it all through, need to decide how to tell Leah about this. I need some time."
We all assured him that we understood, but in reality, I desperately needed him to at least try. I knew that he was why I'd always felt that I was missing a piece of myself, and I wanted to know my brother.
He shook all of our hands before starting to walk out. I led him from the office, stopping just outside the door to address him where no one could hear me. "I remembered you Dillon. I always remembered you, even though I didn't really know what I was remembering. It would really mean a lot to me if you could find a way to try."
Staring at me, he nodded his head. "I remembered you, too. Just the way you describe it, like I didn't know what I was remembering. Often times it was more just a feeling. I'll
Once we'd all taken seats, I took over. I'd asked to be the one to tell him, because at one time, we had shared a life together. Even if it wasn't anything we both could really remember; it was still something.
"Dillon, Spencer had previously arranged this meeting with you to discuss business m atters. In what I can only describe as one of the most amazing pieces of synchronicity that I've ever experienced, we've learned something in the last few days that made this appointment necessary for a completely different reason. I could stand here all day building up to the real reason we're all here today, but I think it would be fucked up to do that. To put it bluntly, this week we found out that the three of us share a brother, and it's you."
The room was bathed in silence as we all waited with baited breath for his response. He took the three of us in one by one, staring at us as though he were trying to decide if it could be true. Finally, he looked right at me.
"Is that why you look familiar to me?"
So he had sensed it. Nodding my head in the affirmative, I spoke again. "Yes. You and I were raised together for the first year of our lives. You, Damien and I share a father, while you and Spencer share a mother. The same applies to Leah. To be perfectly blunt with you, our parents were fucked up losers. Our father is dead, has been for just over twelve years. Your birth mother is alive, but she's about the farthest thing from maternal that you can possibly imagine. In fact, we only found out about all of this now because she's trying to blackmail us. She's known where you and Leah were the entire time."
It took almost an hour to explain the ins and outs of the details to him, letting him know everything we'd found out this week about the newest additions to our family. He took it all in, but stayed mostly silent, other than asking questions for clarification from time to time. I didn't detect much emotion from him until we'd finished talking and I handed him the pictures of the two of us. For the first time, there was crack in his façade. I saw him struggle to control his emotions, but eventually he got himself under control.
Looking up at the three of us he asked, "What do you expect out of this? I need to know what your intentions are before I draw my sister into any of this."
I nodded my head, because I understood that completely. "We want to have relationships with both of you. Fuck the blackmail, because we don't give a rat's ass about that. We aren't paying or playing with Marceline. But you're just as much a part of this family as we are, and so is Leah. The entire family is ready to welcome you with open arms, but that has to be your decision. I know we can't pressure you, and we are prepared to do whatever it is that you want to do. Speaking for the three of us, I can tell you without reservation that we want you to become part of our lives. Our intentions are good Dillon."
Running his hands through his hair, he shook his head as he blew out a deep breath. "I can respect that, but it is a lot to take in. I need to think it all through, need to decide how to tell Leah about this. I need some time."
We all assured him that we understood, but in reality, I desperately needed him to at least try. I knew that he was why I'd always felt that I was missing a piece of myself, and I wanted to know my brother.
He shook all of our hands before starting to walk out. I led him from the office, stopping just outside the door to address him where no one could hear me. "I remembered you Dillon. I always remembered you, even though I didn't really know what I was remembering. It would really mean a lot to me if you could find a way to try."
Staring at me, he nodded his head. "I remembered you, too. Just the way you describe it, like I didn't know what I was remembering. Often times it was more just a feeling. I'll
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