Too late Nacho realized he’d caught Aunt Lucy’s attention and more than just in passing. He saw her shuffle a bit and make in his direction, Charlie in tow, and for a split second, Nacho wondered if he could outrun them. What if he just… threw himself at the train and burst into the first compartment he could find and locked the door? Surely they wouldn’t find him there. But that would result in his making a scene, and he knew without a flicker of a doubt that Papa would not want him doing that. Not now, not ever.
Holding firm to his things then, Nacho suffered through what he knew was to come. He turned to Aunt Lucy, never once looking her in the eye as she greeted him. He was nobody’s darling anything these days he wanted to snap back at her but that would be rude and somehow… he just couldn’t find it within himself to vocalize the sentiment. Instead, he merely nodded and let her tug him into a hug. It was warm and comforting in a way that he hated and he made to pull back, abruptly.
Charlie’s icy glare then made him feel none the better even as he was released and Nacho took a decided step away from his aunt and cousin. “Sure, I guess,” he sniffed, wondering if he should even deign to converse with them. “I don’t miss crummy old England if that’s what you’re wondering!” The latter was said with a bite that he regretted even as it slipped out. He didn’t want to be rude to Aunt Lucy but he also didn’t need her pitying him! Suddenly, there was so much Nacho wanted to say to her, to them, to get out in the open and set the record straight. But his tongue tied itself into knots and he just stood there, hand balled into a small fist.
Holding firm to his things then, Nacho suffered through what he knew was to come. He turned to Aunt Lucy, never once looking her in the eye as she greeted him. He was nobody’s darling anything these days he wanted to snap back at her but that would be rude and somehow… he just couldn’t find it within himself to vocalize the sentiment. Instead, he merely nodded and let her tug him into a hug. It was warm and comforting in a way that he hated and he made to pull back, abruptly.
Charlie’s icy glare then made him feel none the better even as he was released and Nacho took a decided step away from his aunt and cousin. “Sure, I guess,” he sniffed, wondering if he should even deign to converse with them. “I don’t miss crummy old England if that’s what you’re wondering!” The latter was said with a bite that he regretted even as it slipped out. He didn’t want to be rude to Aunt Lucy but he also didn’t need her pitying him! Suddenly, there was so much Nacho wanted to say to her, to them, to get out in the open and set the record straight. But his tongue tied itself into knots and he just stood there, hand balled into a small fist.