Mary Winchester | 13 | [Action]

[was_a_hunter]

[Anyone passing by the kitchen will notice either a sickeningly sweet smell or something that will make their mouths water...it all really depends on how you feel about pie. That's right. Pie. Mary had meant to do this after horror month, but Oktoberfest and being weird little monsters put a stop to that. You couldn't exactly cook when you were a foot tall. Everyone deserved something nice though, especially after the hell that they had all been through.

Walking into the kitchen, the source of the scent is apparent soon enough. There are already a few pies set on the counter of various flavors. It looked like she'd been cooking for a few hours and she likely had. It was all worth it though.

Hearing a soft ding, she grabbed a set of mitts and pulled a fresh apple pie from the hot oven.]

...I can't believe how much I missed this...

[Cooking breakfast was one thing...but there was just something about baking that relaxed her.]

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[was_a_hunter]

[Oh, you don't fool her. She knows his type all too well.]

I already know he'll always be difficult. My whole family is the same way, especially my boys.

[Shrugging, she picked up her cup of coffee.] He just seems so lonely that I wouldn't feel right if I didn't try.

[deeplymeaningless]

[Lonely? What could she- Ryuutaro couldn't understand. Until Hayato died he didn't even understand the concept of lonelyness to begin with. Now he did. Just too well.
But Hayato... he had him. And especially now, after what happened, that should be enough. Ryuutaro might seem like he's gotten over it, but he's still not really back in the realm of sanity]

I'll make sure he has no reason to look lonely in the future, don't worry.

[was_a_hunter]

I'd hope so...even as rough as he is, he's a good kid that was just dealt a bad hand.

[She could easily see that he would have been very different if he'd been raised in a loving family with people that actually cared for him. It was hard for her to simply not take him in as her own, especially since she already saw him as another of her children.]

[deeplymeaningless]

He's a good person, yes.

[Ryuutaro didn't like hearing Hayato being called a kid. Or himself for that matter. In his world's adults hadn't done a thing when things went down, people got hurt, kidnapped, thrown into dark cells.
He didn't feel like they had any right to look down on them just for being younger. Age didn't matter. Who you were did.]

[was_a_hunter]

[Oh dear...no wonder he was with Gokudera. He was exactly the same as him.]

I didn't mean that he's not a person; I actually hold a great deal of respect for him. Just...he's young in my eyes.

[It was hard to not think of most everyone that was underage as a child. Even if they had hard lives, they were still children to her.]

[deeplymeaningless]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply you would.

[No, he's not sorry at all. But anyway, smiiiling]

He might be young, but age is not always a good reason for judgement. The path of fate decides about what a person is.

[And here he went, saying 'fate' so automatically... even if he wasn't sure of it anymore... Fate had made Hayato die.]

[was_a_hunter]

I'm well aware of that. He just shouldn't have had to suffer as much as he has. I just...I want to take some of the burden from him.

[He wouldn't let her though. He was a proud boy...any other time, she would have respected his strength...he needed help though.]

I know he suffers. He just needs to open himself up and realize that not everyone is out to hurt him.

[deeplymeaningless]

[Ryuutaro knew all this was right. He knew how Hayato was with insisting on being fine and pushing people away. He knew so well, because he'd seen it enough and sometimes just was the very same.
Ryuutaro wants the very same thing as Mary, too. But somehow he doesn't like to hear her say it. It wouldn't have been like that, before Hayato died, Ryuutaro knew. But right now, he just couldn't help it. He opened his fan in front of his face]

I agree, but I have to humbly remark, that there are things friends can not just fix. And things that are better not shared.
People caring for others is a wonderful thing, but sometimes the pressure will be too great for a person. Trust groes over time only.