#isaac packer

[kit-middleton]

Is no one talking about the fact that JR Bourne’s character on Mayans has a triskelion tattoo?!?!

The character who loves setting people on fire and has a strange obsession with wolves?!?!

Where are the crossover fics?

This guy looks like a dark!au version of Chris Argent.

[myckicade]

Re-watching Teen Wolf, because why not, and seeing JR Bourne is killing me. I love Chris Argent, but I can't unsee Isaac Packer. 😅🤣

[basiccortez]

JR Bourne is one hell of an actor

[roddyjo]

Concerning MAYANS MC....

Isaac loves fire so much, I hope that's how he dies.

[fathersonholygore]

Mayans M.C.—SEASON 4 FINALE: "When the Breakdown Hit at Midnight"

Mayans M.C.—SEASON 4 FINALE: “When the Breakdown Hit at Midnight”

FX’s Mayans M.C. 4×10: “When the Breakdown Hit at Midnight” Directed by Elgin James Written by James & Sean Varela * For a recap & review of 4×09, click here. * Season 5 recaps/reviews to come! Santo Padre is saying goodbye to their boy Coco after the funeral. Bishop, Ez, and the boys pull Coco’s body from the hearse and carry it out to the gravesite where everybody else is waiting. Gilly and…

[the-hinky-panda]

Strings: Part I

Title: Strings

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Les Packer x Fem! Reader

Summary: You and Les had been high school sweethearts. You're going to be a music teacher, he's going to climb the ranks of the SAMDINO MC. The only thing that stands in your way is his mentally unstable brother, Isaac. Things fall apart and fifteen years later, your daughter calls Les for help when you're in a coma and she's trying to figure out how to stay out of foster care. Les is faced with figuring out if you daughter is his or possibly Isaac's. Either way, he can't walk away for a second time from you and your daughter.

She looks like you, that’s the first thing that strikes Les. 

Her posture, straight and tense, the waves of hair falling over her shoulders, the serious set of her mouth. It isn’t until he enters the small diner and approaches the table that he realizes her nose and eyes are not like yours at all. 

They’re a Packer’s. 

The eye color is a mix, blue and green, like an unsettled sea. But the shape is most definitely Packer. 

“Zoey, I presume?” As if she could be anyone else. 

She nods once, those eerie eyes studying his face. “Mr. Packer.” 

He hears one of his guys snort from a couple booths over. Hoosier from the sound of it. He wasn’t sure if this was a set up or not so back up was a must. Now, he’s regretting that decision. With a heavy sigh, he slips into the booth across from her. He doesn’t know if she knows anything about him, or Isaac. What you told her about her father. He doesn’t have enough information going into this meeting so he does what he always does in these situations: get the other person to talk. 

“Alright, say what you have to say.” 

She reaches under the table and pulls out a stack of slightly yellowed envelopes, all tied neatly together with a fraying blue ribbon. “My mom told me where to find these letters, in case anything happened to her.” She pushes them with shaking hands across the scratched formica towards him. “There’s not too many Les Packers in California. I just assumed…” 

He recognizes the ribbon, remembers when he gave it to you, and fights the urge to reach out and touch it. He had used it to tie the stems of wildflowers together in a poor excuse of a bouquet when he had asked you out to some music in the park festival in Redlands. The next day, after the wildflowers had been arranged in a canning jar with water, you used the ribbon to tie your hair back away from your face while you played the guitar on a dilapidated back porch. He can still remember what the curve of your cheek felt like under his fingers, soft as the satin of the ribbon. 

He clears his throat. “So something has happened to your mother?” 

Zoey nods. “Yeah.” 

“Is she…” even after sixteen years of distance, he still can’t bring himself to finish the sentence. 

“No, but it’s bad. She’s in a coma.” 

“For how long?” 

“Six days today.” Zoey folds her hands in front of her and Les sees the ring on her middle finger. A small sterling silver band with a teardrop piece of turquoise. 

“Your mama give you that ring?” 

“No,” she turns it around her finger nervously. “I found it with the letters. In a safety deposit box. Do you want it-” 

It’s a cheap thing he bought from a street vendor in San Diego. You had loved it, the colored veins in the blue rock. You had called it a piece of art and he handed over a twenty dollar bill for the treasure. He shakes his head. “Nah. Tell me what happened to your mom.” 

“She was in an accident. On her motorcycle. She was coming back from a music recital at the middle school when a drunk driver clipped her. The police said she skidded across the road and h…h…hit a tree.” 

That’s a nasty type of accident and it sounds like a miracle that you’re just in a coma and not dead. “Do you think that’s what really happened?” 

Zoey’s entire face clouds over, tears gathering quickly in her eyes. “Yeah. The police arrested the guy.” 

“So what am I here for?” 

She pulls out another envelope, thick and wrinkled. “Here. It’s not a lot, about $560 but it’s all I have.” 

He glances in the envelope and finds mostly $10s and $5s. “Where did you get this money?” 

She fiddles with the fraying end of a braided bracelet around her wrist. “I’ve always saved up money. It’s just my mom and me. Some months are harder to pay the bills than others so I save up what I can to help when that happens.” 

Les closes the envelope and sets it down on the table between them. It pains him to no end to hear that you’ve had to struggle financially because of him. Because of Isaac. And what little bit he had tried to do for you, to help ease that burden, wasn’t enough. “How old are you?” 

“Fifteen.” 

He nods in understanding. “CPS is starting to snoop around.” 

Zoey uses a shaky hand to wipe away her tears. “Yeah. They’re talking about putting me in a foster home. I overheard the lady tell the doctor that they need to get me in placement as soon as possible for when my mom…” She chokes down a sob. “My best friend in school is in a foster home. She says it’s terrible. She sleeps on the floor, has to take care of the younger kids and work a part time job. And the father…” 

God, what is wrong with the world? Like he needed that confirmation to make his decision. He slides the money back over to her, along with the letters. Her face falls, thinking he’s going to say no. He’s failed in protecting you and your daughter. He’s not about to let that mistake continue. He’s stayed on the sidelines for far too long. 

“What hospital is your mama in?”

[faithdeans]

isaac!! i just saw omg congrats 🎉🎉🎉 you should buy yourself a little treat to celebrate 🥂🥳

THANKS!! HEHEHEH!! tbh i was gonna buy myself a packer lmao 🙈🤣

[burningtacozombie]

‘Mayans M.C.’ To End With Season 5 At FX

Mayans M.C. will end with Season 5 on FX. FX boss John Landgraf revealed the move during the network’s TCA day on Thursday.

Created by Kurt Sutter and Elgin James, Mayans M.C.— a spin-off series of the network’s hit Sons of Anarchy— follows a motley crew of Latin men who found a family in the motorcycle club charter Santo Padre on the California and Mexico border. While the story is about the M.C., it also features powerful female characters that are bold and powerful in their own right.

Returning series stars include J.D. Pardo, Clayton Cardenas, Danny Pino, Michael Irby, Carla Baratta, Sarah Bolger, Emilio Rivera, Edward James Olmos, Frankie Loyal, Vincent Vargas, and Joseph Raymond Lucero.

The Season 4 finale saw the M.C. mourn the loss of their brother Coco (Richard Cabral) who was killed in battle earlier in the season. It was also a big episode for Sons of Anarchy fans with the return of Kim Coates as Tig where he shared a particularly emotional reunion with OG Marcus Alvarez (Rivera).

In another tie-in to SOA, Meth Mountain’s Isaac Packer’s (JR Bourne) reaper tattoo was finally explained in the episode. He is the younger brother of Les Packer (Robert Patrick), President of SAMCRO’s San Bernadino chapter who had been undergoing cancer treatment. Still alive and kicking, a return of Les would make total sense for Mayan M.C.‘s final season.

When the series returns, Santo Padre will have a new leader in EZ (Pardo) who orchestrated the ouster of El Padrino snatching the seat at the head of the table. Alvarez wanted to barter peace between SAMCRO and Santo Padre but EZ and his brothers want war. Hopefully, this sets up the ultimate Sons of Anarchy and Mayans M.C. crossover fans have ever seen.

via Deadline

[kit-middleton]

Why am I listening to JR Bourne sitting across from a younger person over a very awkward meal, talking about a violent dog? Again.

Chris Argent

Russell Lightbourne

There’s also Isaac Packer’s obsession with wolves. (And his triskelion tattoo.)

[darklydeliciousdesires]

20 Questions for fanfic writers!

Thanks for the tag, @zablife!

1. how many works do you have on AO3?

67. It would be more but I'm so lazy with keeping my AO3 updated!

2. what's your total AO3 word count?

1,057,104

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Many. Check my masterlist for deets!

4. top five fics by kudos

Eeek! From memory, I think it's these...

Before Sunrise (Ivar the Boneless/reader) - 2,249

Ride the Bull (Alfie Solomons/reader) - 2,197

Lazy Dawn (Rio from Good Girls/reader) - 1,506

Let the Neighbours Hear (Rio from Good Girls/reader) - 1,397

The Lady and the Witcher (Geralt of Rivia/reader) - 1,229

5. do you respond to comments?

Yes! I feel awful if I miss any, but please always know how appreciative to my audience I am for leaving them <3

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm not sure if it's truly angsty, more rip your heart out depressing and dark!

Leave (Isaac Packer/reader)

And for one that's still not angsty but definitely bittersweet then it's this one (link takes you to first chapter, there's no masterlist for it so if you want to read, you can find each chapter listed in Tom's masterlist here)

Hopelessly Addicted (Tom Hardy/OC)

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think most of mine end happily, to be fair!

8. do you get hate on fics?

Not often at all

9. do you write smut?

Do bears shit in the woods?? Haha!

10. craziest crossover?

I think I've only ever done one, Mayans MC/Grey's Anatomy, but that was only for a few chapters of my fic The Dark Passenger (Ezekiel Reyes/OC)

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, a couple now, in fact. Wattpad is a land of nasty little thieves

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

I have, yes. Not with my permission either. The person stole several of my stories along with those of other writers and translated them all into another language. I sent them absolute hellfire for it.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, I prefer to fly solo

14. all time favorite ship?

Alfie Solomons and my OC, Beth Solomons. I adore them, their stories below -

Not One of Many

Happy Hanukkah-Mas! (A Beth and Alfie one shot special)

For The Love of Dogs (Beth/Alfie one shot)

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

This is War (Jared Leto!Joker/OC) I'm mad at myself that I never finished it, but I just ran out of steam. I know how I want to end it as well, but too much time has passed now so it'll likely stay unfinished.

16. what are your writing strengths?

Worldbuilding, smut, humour

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Not being concise enough at times, certain characterisations

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Happy to read it and attempt it, too!

19. first fandom you wrote in?

Bloody hell... Harry Potter, I think! Those fics do not exist here, though. Awful. Terrible. Nope, nope, nope!

20. favorite fic you've written?

I hate to pic favourites when I love so much of what I've written! I think it has to be Not One of Many, though. See above.

No pressure tag: @cillmequick @evita-shelby @call-sign-shark @spaghettificationandpretzels

[myckicade]

I, uh...

Well, you might say I have some thoughts.

Okay, so, on the one hand, I'm slightly impressed. Certain sections of this episode made me think, "Dude! Where has this level of writing been for the last two seasons?!?" All the scenes at the Reyes house. EZ dumping his bike. Some of it felt really good. It watched well, even if it felt a little out of place with the rest of what we received.

On the other hand, I am disappointed as all hell, for several different reasons. The glaring issue being that I don't foresee a neat little wrap-up in just one episode. Come on. They really are suffering for the bullshit pacing during the rest of the season, and it shows. Ugh. I feel nitpicky for always complaining about that, but this is a clear-cut case of, "We could have had it all!"

Yeah. Anyway.

I'm also at a bit of a loss over Terry claiming the Mayans broke into their (I assume) clubhouse. (And, as an aside, they should really consider some new lighting, or a coat of paint in that bitch, something). Anyway. I understand protecting the girls. Sure. That's a great surface deed. But, not only is it coming back to bite him - and everyone else - in the ass, it's also a terrible watering-down of everything Letty and Hope went through in this series. We didn't hear a thing about Letty this week (unless I missed it), and, unless she delivers the kill shot on Isaac (which I highly doubt), what more is there for her? I love this girl. I wanted the best for her, and the pain they have put her through has been unnecessary, beyond furthering the war. I ask no forgiveness. That just pisses me right off.

I'm distraught about Elio. I really am. Further proof that EVERY MOTHER FUCKING THING EZ touches goes to shit. The looks on Bottles' and Guero's faces... The devastation done to the Broken Saints. Their animals. And all that punk-ass little bitch could worry about was the fucking pipeline?! It's all EZ's fucking fault, top to bottom. (I know the Broken Saints made a decision that came back to bite them, but I only have one more episode to blame El Presidente, okay?).

Which brings me to Felipe. OH, MY FUCKING HELL. I knew it was coming, that Papa Reyes would come under fire, but FUCK ME. Maverick, too?! That poor baby boy!! Like the poor kid doesn't already have enough stacked up against him. Cripes. I would like to hope Felipe is still alive, and that whoever is in that bag is one of the Sons. Felipe is a tough old man, and I'm sure he's been through worse in his younger years. And, yeah, keys words, right there: younger years. Let me hope, huh? I like the dude. But, if he really is gone, my heart can handle it, in that he died to protect his grandson. <3 .

*mutters to herself* No crying at work, Mycki. No crying at work.

I did appreciate seeing Wendy. Nero and the boys would have been awesome, but that's just asking for too much. (Tee-hees). She had some good advice, and I'm glad to find her doing so damned well. She's worked for it, and she's earned it.

But.

But.

After that (long-ass) chat, I'm expected to believe that EZ truly loves Sofia so much 'it hurts'?? *cackles* Gimme a damned break, here!! I don't like the broad, but I was hoping she'd at least have the good sense to pack up herself, and the pup, and get the frick away from Hurricane Ezekiel. (Which isn't fair, because the man is pretty much every single natural disaster mashed together in one mess of a human being). These two, though, are both a special kind of dumb, and they truly deserve one another. I just don't want anything to happen to the dog.

I don't. At all.

Since nothing much else happened this week, I'd like to take a moment to say, R.I.P. Les Packer. I'm sure you'll be seeing Little Brother again, shortly.

Finally, my heart is just going out to Angel, yet again. Damn, this poor guy. He's built up some bad karma, sure, but he's steadily lost over the years, too. It just keeps happening, and it's because of his brother. He tried to warn him. Tried to pull him in the right direction. Now, their family has come under fire. AGAIN. His kid, for the second time this season. I hope to hell that he gets out. That he gets out, and far, far away from Santo Padre, and from the Mayans, and from all the bullshit he just doesn't need, anymore. To keep Maverick away from all the haunts and dangers of their family. (Ideally, if the old man is still alive, I'd like him to go along with). I know I've said it before, that Angel has become the Jax of this series, and I still feel that way. At least, in halves. EZ is the Jax that make stupid decisions, and Angel is the Jax that the consequences all come to call on. I just want Angel to be able to be a good father for his kid.

Oh, yeah. Where the hell was everyone else, all of a sudden? Penultimate episode, and suddenly nobody else's bullshit storylines matter? My word!

Until the finale, Y'all! -Mycki

[entwifeexperience]

You're A Hero WIP

Been working on some 12 Word RPG Jam stuff today.

Content Warning: It's very bright (especially on tumblr for some reason) and not at all all subtle, oh and there's a swear

I have only ever laid out one thing before, which is my prompts and prose solo journaling game Positronic Potentials: The Nanny (Still 100% in my birthday sale)

12 Word RPG Jam

You're a Hero (You're a Lot Edition)

Self ID is incredibly important to me, as noone can prescribe another's identity or experience and there is

*Image Descriptions: Cover Image and the five spreads spreads of a work in progress 12 Word RPG 'You're a Hero' work the words:

"Self ID

That's it

That's the whole fucking game

You're a hero"

Spread across the pages in large, funfair style font on alternating horizontal and vertical stripes of the transgender flag colours, blue, pink and white."

I know this is an eye sore and as subtle as a brick packer, but I kinda love it and I have plans for a demure edition with some wonderful artwork from the Patreon of the phenomenal @evlynmoreau-blog, involving a slug lady and a trans witch!

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 11.21

Beer Birthdays

Edward Younger (1906)

Joris Pattyn (1957)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Björk (Guðmundsdóttir); Icelandic pop singer (1965)

Coleman Hawkins; jazz saxophonist (1904)

René Magritte; Belgian artist (1898)

Harold Ramis; actor, writer, film director (1944)

Larry Welz; cartoonist (1948)

Famous Birthdays

Troy Aikman; Dallas Cowboys QB (1966)

Beryl Bainbridge; writer (1953)

Josiah Bartlett; signer of the Declaration of Independence (1729)

Jim Bishop; writer (1907)

Roy Boulting; British film director (1913)

Tina Brown; magazine publisher (1953)

Dasha; adult actress (1976)

Marilyn French; writer (1929)

Ken Griffey Jr.; Seattle Mariners OF (1969)

Goldie Hawn; actress (1945)

Dr. John; rock pianist, singer (1940)

Hugh Kingsmill; English writer (1889)

Sid Luckman; Chicago Bears QB (1916)

Juliet Mills; actor (1941)

Lewis H. Morgan; anthropologist (1818)

Stan Musial; St. Louis Carinals 1B/OF (1920)

Eleanor Powell; actor, dancer (1912)

Jim Ringo; Green Bay Packers C (1931)

Brian Ritchie; rock bassist (1960)

Nicolette Sheridan; actor (1963)

Isaac Bashevis Singer; writer (1902)

Marlo Thomas; actor (1938)

Voltaire; French philosopher (1694)

[markwatkinsreviews]

BOOK REVIEW: THE AMERICAN FOOTBALL REVOLUTION by Ben Isaacs (2023)

Hands up who thinks Nicky Horne is responsible? You'd have to be a certain vintage of course and therefore remember avidly tuning in to another revolution, this one a television one, on Channel 4. The independent station began broadcasting on 2 November, 1982 and American Football late Sunday afternoons, presented by ex-Capital Radio "Jock", Nicky Horne, was just one of many new and exciting TV programmes not to be found on BBC or ITV.

In fact, Page 17 onwards of Ben Isaacs's new hardback goes into all this. I'd forgotten the highlights C4 showed were a week old, well to start with! Nor did I recall that the Green Bay Packers were Nicky Horne's favourite team. Weekly (and on special occasions) Horne explained the rules of the game to us and even produced a best selling handbook!

Off the top of my head, I do recall the Miami Dolphins and Dallas Cowboys being just two of the top teams around then, and the quarterback, Joe Montana!

These days, the word "quarterback" has even infiltrated British football as BBC 5 Live and Talk Sport try to upgrade (for the benefit of listeners) what a central midfielder tries to do with the ball i.e picking out teammates from a distance.

By 2007, the American game (and interest) had developed so much so over here that the NFL started to include games played in London as part of its regular roster / schedule, which continues on to this day.

Here's hoping my team, admired from afar, the San Francisco 49ers, do well this season. I also hope this informative 224 paged book, out 21 August, 2023, also does well for the author and PITCH publishing as a whole.

Rating: 7.5/10

The American Football Revolution | Pitch Publishing

Mark Watkins, Dare radio, 10 August, 2023.

[blacktruthdotnet]

PICS: Tamar Braxton, Yolanda Adams, Dr. Bobby Jones, Danny Glover, Will Packer & More at Black Music & Entertainment Walk of Fame

Ambassador Andrew Young, Danny Glover, and Dr. Bobby Jones Honored in the Black Music & Entertainment Walk of Fame Black History Month Induction Ceremony and Brunch Celebration. Hosted by Stellar Award Winner Isaac Carree Article Submission Photo Credit: ATL Pics/Prince Williams The Black Music & Entertainment Walk of Fame (BMEWOF) hosted its 4th installation of the Crown Jewel of…

[the-hinky-panda]

Strings: Part III

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Les Packer x Fem! Reader

Summary: You and Les had been high school sweethearts. You're going to be a music teacher, he's going to climb the ranks of the SAMDINO MC. The only thing that stands in your way is his mentally unstable brother, Isaac. Things fall apart and fifteen years later, your daughter calls Les for help when you're in a coma and she's trying to figure out how to stay out of foster care. Les is faced with figuring out if you daughter is his or possibly Isaac's. Either way, he can't walk away for a second time from you and your daughter.

“When was the last time you ate?” 

Zoey covers her mouth with her hand as she chews the massive bite she just took out of a hamburger. Her eyes crinkle in the corners as she smiles behind her hand. “I’ve had a lot on my mind. Kinda killed my appetite.” 

Les forces a smile at the comment, memories of shoving greasy bags of take out into Isaac’s room whenever “inspiration” took hold of him. Isaac would write, paint, sing, draw, whatever outlet of creativity happened to strike him at the moment. He would become obsessed with self-expression to the point that he would forget to eat or sleep. Les was once again shoved into the position of caring for his younger brother. The fact that Zoey shares in that temperament kills Les’ appetite and he slides his untouched burger over to her. 

“So CPS is off your back and you’re feeling okay with that?” 

She nods her head emphatically. “I was so scared of where I was going to end up. My friend, Tilda, her foster family actually made a request for me to live with them.” 

Ah yes, the friend with the handsy foster father. “Tilda, that’s your friend who sleeps on the floor and takes care of the kids, and…” 

Zoey grabs a fry and dips it in the small plastic cup of ketchup. “Yeah, that’s her.” 

It infuriates him thinking about the possibility of Zoey being in that same situation. “What’s the family’s name?” 

She looks up at him with those hopeful eyes. “You can get her out of there? Can she live with us?” 

Les holds up his hand. “Slow down. First of all, I’m only here until your mama wakes up. So ‘us’ is very temporary. Second, I don’t know what to do about your friend but I’m willing to look into it. If something can be done, I’ll do it. But don’t go giving her false hope.” 

Zoey nods in understanding. “I get it. Thank you, for whatever happens.” 

He snags a fry off her plate. “Your mama got me into dipping these things in hot wing sauce whenever we would go to music festivals. If we couldn’t find that, we used bbq sauce.” 

Zoey smiles and slides a couple of the ketchup cups towards him. They’re not filled with ketchup but bbq sauce. “She taught me that too. So is that how you two met? At a music festival?”

Les takes another fry from her plate. “No, it wasn’t a music festival. We met in high school.” 

 Isaac had been caught smoking a joint in the boys bathroom that afternoon. Thank God he had unloaded the crack he had brought to school that morning or else Les would have been waiting for him down at the police station and not at the high school. Their mother was on her way to the school but she had to finish her shift at the steakhouse before attending another sit down with the principal over her out of control son. Their father just flat out refused to even speak to the school anymore. 

So Les has an hour to kill before Isaac is released into the frustrated hands of his parent and he ends up going where he always goes: the music room. No one knows he plays the guitar, that he started teaching himself at the age of ten. His father took him along to one of his motorcycle club’s parties and one of the guys had a guitar sitting in the garage with an inch of dust on it. Les had found a music book in the beaten up case and taught himself how to play jingle bells that night. It only progressed from there. He can now play by ear and has his own instrument stashed behind a stack of tires in the garage. 

But as he approaches the door to the music room, he hears music already spilling out into the empty hallway of the high school. It’s a mix of guitar and percussion. He peers through the small window to see who is in the room but he only sees you. He watches as your fingers dance along the frets and strings, and then he sees you strike the body of the guitar with the heel of your hand. That creates the percussion sound. He doesn’t even realize he’s opened the door and stepped inside until silence replaces the music. 

You stare up at him with wide, surprised eyes. He takes in a breath to say something but you jump to your feet. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave.” 

He holds his hand up to stop you. “No, don’t go.” 

“I don’t want any trouble. Please.” 

Fucking Isaac and his reputation is starting to pull Les’ reputation under as well. Les is a senior, keeps his grades just above passing even though he could have straight A’s. He thought he was just playing it cool but perhaps his actions were listing him into degenerate space. He doesn’t like seeing the fear in your eyes, the tremble in your hands around the neck of the guitar. 

“No trouble. Promise.” 

He gives you a small smile and that seems to calm you somewhat. “Okay. Um, do you…do you play?” 

He sticks his hands in his jeans pockets and shrugs. “A little, yeah. Not like you though.” 

You duck your head in embarrassment and brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “I was just messing around. It’s not exactly traditional skills. Mr. Elledge would kill me for hitting the body of the guitar like that.” 

“I thought it was beautiful. Could you teach me?” 

You think about it for a minute before nodding. “Okay. Sure.” 

He remembers taking that guitar from you, the strings still warm from your hands. He remembers the scent of your shampoo, rosemary and thyme, as your hair fell over the both of them as you maneuvered his hands into the percussion positions. He remembers the warmth of your body pressed against his back. He remembers the desire that settled under his skin that prompted him to seek you out every day after that at school. 

“My mom plays the guitar?” 

The question wounds him. “She used to play all the time.” 

“Huh.” Zoey sips at her soda. “I’ve heard her play the piano and a little on the cello, but never a guitar.” 

He wonders what it was exactly that made you give up the guitar, the instrument that was constantly in your hands. He hopes he’s not the reason why you gave up the thing that brought the two of you together. That thought causes him to worry what your reaction will be when you wake up from the coma. “Well, when she comes to, you’ll have to ask her to play something for you.” 

Zoey nods silently, taking his words as they were intended: hopeful.