Will's POV
Winston leapt up from his spot, between Joan and Jocelyn, on the couch to race the rest of the dogs to come greet me as I walked in the door.
Joan turned briefly toward the commotion after I'd shut the door behind me.
"Hey, Dad."
"'Sup!" Jocelyn added with a wave, not looking up from the TV.
"Hi...you guys enjoying your movie night?"
"Ohh, we're enjoying it." Jocelyn answered
"Well, some of us are." Joan chuckled
It had only just occurred to me, after she said that, that something was different.
"What happened to Jason, doesn't he usually come to your movie nights?"
"He does...and did, he just wussed out by about halfway into what he himself got himself into." Joan explained.
"And what might that…." I started to ask, before noticing what was on the TV screen. "...be…"
"...That answer your question?" Jocelyn asked, clearly trying not to laugh.
"It does." I nodded. "So, where is he, am I taking him home still?"
"I reminded him of that, he still insisted on walking home, like a little while before you walked in the door." Joan snickered.
"Kind of far…"
"Also what I told him." Joan pointed out.
I nodded. "Alright, well I guess that's one less person I'm driving home tonight."
"Guess so." Jocelyn snickered.
"Alright, well I'm going to take the dogs out, let you two finish your….your movie. I am still driving Jocelyn home after the movie, right?"
"If that's alright with you still." Jocelyn confirmed.
"Just making sure.: I explained. "Alright, see you in a little bit."
"See ya." Joan chuckled.
"Yes, the movie's over. It's safe to come in now!" Joan announced when she heard me coming in the front door.
"Sorry?"
"Feather heard you lingering outside, just before you came in."
I smiled at Feather, who was staring at me from the couch. His head, rested in Jocelyn's lap.
"Oh, He did, did he?"
"And you seemed disturbed by the movie before you left." Jocelyn added. "I half expected you to bolt, almost if not just as fast as Jason did."
"I see." I chuckled. "Ready to go then?"
"Subtle." Jocelyn snickered. "Just about. Just as soon as I grab some of my things from Joan's room."
Joan was obviously amused by Jocelyn's observations, and it showed by the way she looked at me when Jocelyn went upstairs.
"...I was looking for my keys."
"Then why not just knock?" She asked.
"Didn't want you to have to get up if it hadn't been over yet."
"Whateeeever you say."
Jocelyn was already making her way back down the stairs before I could say anything else.
"Alright, I think that's everything...well, almost everything. I might've left a shirt or two in your closet."
"Lucky me." Joan answered before redirecting her attention back to me. "Ready?"
I nodded. "The car's out front."
Feather ran up to follow Jocelyn out the door as she whistled for him and went out, just ahead of Joan.
"Alright, well text me when you get home." Jocelyn said as she opened the car door
"Always do." Joan nodded. "...You want me to walk you up?"
Jocelyn grinned at the offer. "I won't say no to that."
"Would be quite the first if you did." Joan added.
Jocelyn turned to wave at me before heading up the walkway to her house "Thanks for the ride!"
"Not a problem." I answered as the two of them were already halfway up the walkway.
They were too far away for me to make out specifics, but something to the effect of the earlier subject of whatever had happened with Jason had come back up as they walked, hand in hand up to the door.
They lingered at the door for a few minutes as they exchanged their goodbyes.
I reached over to scratch Sammy behind the ears as he stared out the car window, patiently watching as Joan made her way back to the car.
"Are you ever gonna give that poor kid a break?" I chuckled as she reclaimed her spot in the passenger seat.
"Noooot a chance." She snickered, buckling in her seatbelt. "And how'd you know we were still talking about that?"
"Lucky guess. I heard you mention his name as you two were walking up and you haven't really stopped talking about it."
"So, the FBI brain comes out, huh?" She joked, reaching in the backseat for the treat bag that was left in the car when I brought Winston home, to give some to Sammy.
"It doesn't exactly come with an off switch." I answered
She nodded as I started the car back start heading back home.
"And anyway, I don't think they guy whose name is literally Jason should get to live down getting sick over a horror movie."
"Maybe he just doesn't like those kind of horror movies."
"Actually, that was bad phrasing, it wasn't even a horror movie. It was more of a comedy….with somewhat horrific aspects.
"Yeah, I suppose that is kind of ironic, huh?"
"Slightly more than a little, but yes." She chuckled. "The Jason that couldn't make it through a horror movie."