<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5778/31100568312_e8256e5b52_m.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benjamin Holloway<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Medical Doctor<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Aug. 1st, 3pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Private Yacht<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tropical Print Board Shorts, White Tank Top, Unbuttoned Short Sleeve Ocean Motif Tropical Shirt, Sunglasses<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Emmett<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Father/Son Bonding<hr/><br/>He knew something was wrong even before the trip had begun.  Jasmine was an all consuming force of Emmett's life as falling in love is, but upon asking about the trip, there was not even a mention of her.  There was, of course, hesitation which is understandable when a break-up happens, but to not even mention the woman he loved was a red flag from the start.  He had expected Emmett to refuse to come or ask if Jasmine would accompany him, but when neither of those things happened, it was clear that something was amiss between them.  He chose not to bring it up because he knew well the tragedy of loss, and he was sure Emmett was reliving some feelings of loss too.<br/><br/>He noted movement from Emmett's direction, the shuffle of feet and rustle of polyester shorts indicating he had stood up and then walked over.  Ben could make out his son in the periphery of his vision, choosing not to look just yet.  He felt something was coming.  He could always tell when his son had something on his mind and wanted to tell.  He'd been that way since he was a teen.  Ben chose to let it happen organically, and sure enough, after the ceremonial clearing of the throat and fidget of his nose, Emmett came out and said exactly when he'd suspected all along.<br/><br/>Ben remained quiet for a few long seconds after Emmett had finally confessed it.  There was an odd calmness to his tone, however.  Everything wasn't okay, but Emmett had a habit of trying to be strong in difficult situations even when emotions were perfectly warranted.  He'd seen it when Emmett's mother died.  He initially didn't cry.  It took an embrace of his father to bring the emotions out, and Ben couldn't remember a time before that where he felt most needed by his son.  Ben turned to look at his son, a hand moving to his sunglasses to pull them off.  Dark eyes stared at Emmett for a moment.  He had grown up so much, and while no longer a child, Ben knew when Emmett needed him.  They used to be very close before he left for college, and his wife's death only compounded that between them.  Ben hoped they could be again.<br/><br/>He reached over and plucked Emmett's sunglasses from his face carefully, setting both sets aside so he could look his son in the eyes.  Emmett had turned to look at him at that point, and Ben reached out to cup a bearded cheek and rub his thumb lovingly down and over Emmett's jaw.  A smile popped onto his lips as he did so, hopefully comforting his son a bit.  "How long ago was this?" He said as he pulled his hand back.