He was trying to take after his father, not that Bob Washington ever gave a shit about what Josh did. Unless he was having a breakdown in public, tarnishing their name. He was more concerned with Josh not embarrassing them than he was interested in the work his only son could do. His parents barely looked at him after his sisters died.
"I mean, sorta. That's where I got the interest...you know. In movies and stuff."
Josh rubs at the back of his neck trying to brush off whatever it is he seemed so reluctant to talk about before.
"Like monsters, right?" His gaze is steady and so is his voice. Joshua has seen monsters. Real ones. "I didn't think those were real, but that's what's waiting back home. Wendigo."
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He was trying to take after his father, not that Bob Washington ever gave a shit about what Josh did. Unless he was having a breakdown in public, tarnishing their name. He was more concerned with Josh not embarrassing them than he was interested in the work his only son could do. His parents barely looked at him after his sisters died.
"I mean, sorta. That's where I got the interest...you know. In movies and stuff."
Josh rubs at the back of his neck trying to brush off whatever it is he seemed so reluctant to talk about before.
"Like monsters, right?" His gaze is steady and so is his voice. Joshua has seen monsters. Real ones. "I didn't think those were real, but that's what's waiting back home. Wendigo."