Johnathon stood and stared at the graves of his parents, doing his absolute best to look like he was full of grief. It was a crowded affair, would have looked suss if it hadn't been and to be frank he was having a hard time pretending to be upset, let alone stay and listen to everyone's condolences and talking to him about his loss. To top it off it was raining of all things. He was trying not to fidget, waiting for everyone to disperse, knowing he couldn't be the first to leave the funeral home. He frowned. What he wouldn't give for a bottle of scotch right now. At least he'd had the sense to refuse a wake, that would have been a bloody nightmare to get through.
Finally everyone had left and he could as well, the drive taking only minutes before he reached his home. His home he thought
