<div class="floatleft">(http://29secrets.com/wp-content/uploads/nick%20bateman.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Emmett Holloway<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 1st | 3pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Private yacht<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Coral colored swim trunks<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Benjamin Holloway<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Father/son bonding<hr/>Heaving a sigh as his father pulled his sunglasses off of his face, Emmett made a half-assed attempt to look down to his feet before his father could catch his bearded jawline with his deft fingers.<em>Damnit</em>.  He loved his dad, he really did - but the man did not make dodging his feelings easy.  Unlike most dads who would encourage their sons to stuff their feelings down into the pit of their stomach, Benjamin had always been insistent on Emmett acknowledging and experiencing his feelings.  Never having been pushy in his approach, Ben had always sort of... let it happen on its own.  He knew Emmett better than anyone, and yet Emmett was still under the impression that he could pull one over on his dad.<br/><br/>He'd gotten his dark eyes from his father.  Emmett's mother, Lilian, had brilliant green eyes.  Ben looked him in the eye and Emmett idly chewed on the inside of his cheek - a habit he'd had since he was a little boy.  Knowing better than to look away from his dad, Emmett's thick brows pulled together in the center and a crease formed on his forehead.  He felt helpless.<br/><br/>"I don't know, Dad," he sighed.  "A month ago, maybe?  Right before you called about the trip."<br/><br/>... Thirty seven days.  It'd been thirty seven days exactly.