“I didn’t need you to come rushing in to be a knight in shining armor or something,” Ames told him. “They’re my family. I’ve been handling them on my own for a long time now.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to continue to do it on your own,” Connor said, almost feeling like shouting. He never shouted. So, he forced his voice to stay clam. “I heard what they were saying to you, and it wasn’t right.”
“And now they think once again I need a man to come to my rescue.”
“That’s not what I was doing.” At least he didn’t think it was. “I was backing you up. I’ve seen what not being accepted by family can do to you. My own cousin thought they had to run away because Uncle Deaclan refused to accept them.”
“I’m not a kid, though. I’m not going to run away. I already did move away, and I’m staying here. So, I can handle a phone call with them, even if they are disregarding what I’ve told them over and over. I don’t need to be rescued from words.”
Connor’s shoulders slumped, the urge to shout gone now, too. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I thought I was helping. But, if you didn’t want it, I’m sorry.” He started to turn away, but Ames reached out and touched his arm. He looked back at them.
“I do appreciate that, Connor, even if it wasn’t needed.”
He smiled and stepped into them. This was good. They could work from this place.
Today’s Just Jot It January prompt was “knight” brought to us by Leta Hawk. The first line popped into my head when I saw the prompt, and I just kind of went with it. This will probably happen close toward the end of Flames of Knowledge.