2019-11-08 - 3000 Miles

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : Did you land yet? Miss you already. I stocked up on Hot Pockets so I don't starve.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : I've reduced you to eating carby molten ice? I'm the worst. I'll be home before you know it. We landed, but are waiting to find a parking spot for the plane.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : You can't even park a cab here but no they want to muscle a 747 into valet. I miss you too. Maybe in a couple months you can come back up with me for my sister's wedding?

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : Sure, that sounds like fun. I haven't been back to NYC since I got booted out of Cornell. Would your fam be ok with bringing a +1?

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : Mija, I don't have places you aren't welcome to go. Besides my sister really wants to meet you. I might have mentioned you a couple times. Besides the food is going to be amazing. I'm just sad that Mags can't go.

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : OMG what did you tell your sister about me? Nothing terrible I hope? Not about my mom or my family curse or de la Vega?!

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : Besides, I have plans

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : Plans? What sort of plans :worriedfaceemoji:

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : :kissywinkyfacsemoji:

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : You really think that's what I talk about when I bring you up?

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : That really doesn't make me feel better you know. I dunno what you might be saying to your family! I only know how you say things to your brother!

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : Woooooow you are definitely having a week. Nah i told her I was going to bring someone and she asked me 'is it the lady who got your punk ass sober? Can I give her a medal? When can I meet her?"

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : For real she said that. Would it make you feel better if she asked me if this is the same one that got me to sto using the hrase 'the truth is terrible. No one wants to hear that'?

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : So I told her wince she clearly talked to Raf, Yeah she's the one that's kinda got me writing again and then we talked about that book I'm working on and how Dad's being an ass and that she's still insisting to Raf Tobin needs to come. I told her I'd make that happen. <3

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : Ok so I like your sister already. I’m still trying to reconcile the fact I’m half-Mexican. Gran is pretty amused at that. She said something about Latin men and hips and I fled to my room before she could elaborate.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : I might have said something to her while I was WAY on cold meds >.>

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : Okay ride's here. I'll text you tonight and don't worry. I have to go stave off WW8 and take the heat off Raf a while. Send me a pic of Miss Mags today when you get a chance. And tell her to check her messages. She can't live on that treadmill forever. She's got to write me back. <3

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : Good luck my brave little soldier! Miss Mags misses you too! 😛hoto of Rat: Love you. <3

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : (Text of stacked pizza slice)
Dinner at DiFratelli's. Itz gonna be so pissed at meeeeee. I'm going to see if I carm seeing by his old garage this weekend.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : Can swing by. Thanks phone. I'll have to take you in person some time.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : To the old stomping grounds. Not my phone. Lol

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : I think that would be a lot of fun. I'd love to see all the places that made you grow up into you. Anything you left there that you're bringing back to Gray Harbor? (Photo of pizza hot pocket)

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : You send me a pic of yo hot packet to my phone? Scandalous!

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : It's proof of eating! Not eating well but eating!

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : And yeah, ya know crazy enough I found this wild reason to stick around. So i figure if I'm really moving i might want my shit.

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : Aw, I'll let Gran know you're sweet on her. (wink emoji)

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : The things I have told her while tripping from that fever that didn't make her blink may haunt me forever

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : Whatever you told her, she's kept to herself. I expect she'll haul it out someday when you least expect it.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : That's why I'm a little afraid o.0
I don't kabir what I told her >,<

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : Know what. Ugh.

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : Miss Mags has been looking for you all day. She's giving me dirty looks like somehow I'm responsible for you not being here, lol.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : Aww! Well have to video chat later.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : And my dad has started. That only took a half day

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : Yikes. I need to head in to work. We can video chat tonight. Good luck with your dad. (kisses emojis)

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : Harass Ully for me. Don't let him think this is his vacation too <3

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : Morning love. How did your referee gig go? (Pic of Miss Mags in a winter hat and scarf)

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : Figgy you ok? I'm going to meet with de la Vega for coffee. I think he wants to talk. Will let you know how it goes.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : If we're being honest I'm trying to be. Got in a fight with my dad last night. Left and spent the night at my sister's place. Stayed up all night with Marcella talking to her about it. hands weren't thrown addn I didn't accidentally zap him like I did. Actually it's harder to do any of that here

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : So I might have been out last night with my sister drinking and paying for it dearly this morning. Just rethinking some shit. a lot of shit. Not you. <3 ou're awesome.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : Also good. I'm glad you are. I might have left the man a strongly worded letter after you left. He's scared and kinda fragile. I don't know why I know it but give him a chance. It's scary, but it's going to take work.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : Both of us are going to go though a lot of shit with our dads to make anything work but whatever happens you have me and when I'm done here in NYC I'm coming home. Lemme know how it goes. Call me when you're done. I'm just hanging with sis today and doing some errands.

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : Sorry things went south with your dad. At least you had your sister there to go to. I'm glad of it. I like her more and more every time you mention her. Ok, gonna go hop in the shower and head out to Espresso Yourself. Love you.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : Whatever happens I'll see you on the other side of dealing with dads. How's it going so far, pajarito?"

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : It went good-ish? We asked each other some basic questions about our lives. He asked about Thanksgiving and I told him when Gran and I decide what we're doing I'll let him know and he can come if he is up for it but no pressure. I think I know why he is the way he is now though.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : Hey, is a good start. I'm glad he changed his mind and I'm glad you're giving him a chance. Getting burned and trying again is hard but, ya know, it's a work in progress. At least that's what I'm telling myself.

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : He was married and had a son. They were killed while he was on deployment with the Marines. They never caught the killer. I'd be a fucking mess too if that was me. Oh wait. My Great Aunt killed all my great uncles and grandfather and my mom tried to shank me. I am a fucking mess. We both are. But it's a start.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : Mierda

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : That's, uh. a little close to home. Yeah.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : Wonder if that's what I was picking up off him. God, a brother? That's kinda a lot. how're you holding up?

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : A half-brother yeah. I didn't want to press him further on it. That's a talk for another day. I do want to know their names though. Maybe light a candle for them at St. Mary's. Shit I can't even imagine what he's been through. I hope he comes to Thanksgiving. I think he's like me. He's been pushing everyone away from him since the bad thing happened, you know?

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : Its the way we protect those we care about. He's doing it. I've been doing it. YOU do it . Mierda we did that to one another for how long?

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : Is he still mad at me?

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : I mean, look I can't help the shit I do. Though if you want to invite him? shit do it. I'm used to cooking for like 9 easy. Not saying there'll be nine. I just... It'll be my first thanksgiving without doing a big thing. Mis primos won't be there, and I'm rambling all over. I know. I'm doing the best I can without you or the vicodin and it's been a fun challenge. Look just I won't be mad. I miss you and we can work on all this at your speed

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : Maybe you can cook for everyone at Mallard House? Use the big kitchen? We can do it like a day before or after so people can still do stuff with their families. We can invite Roen and Itzhak and your brother and their +1s? Gran says she'd love to have a big dinner like we used to once upon a time.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : Or even do it at like 1pm so people can come in and out as they need to. Yeah, I'd love to spend the day with you, Gran, and Mags and whoever. Also I ordered that heater for the coup so Canary doesn't get crabby. Or frozen. I had them to deliver it o your house so don't freak out and smash it with a hammer thinking it's a prank. That's me.

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : All right, I let Gran know about the heater too. Canary and the Golden Girls will appreciate it. Miss Mags is excited for you to come home. I swear she's been pouting.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : Awww well it's because she knows I was hanging out with her people. I might have screened a suitor for her but we'll see how that goes. Squirrels are flakey.

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : As long as it isn't a NY sewer rat. Mags is a LADY. She needs a gentlerat.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : This was a classy one from Addington Park!

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : He sticks his pinky out while going through scraps in the underbrush. Also helped get me out of jail

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : well have him text her. I can't promise she'll reply though. She's very picky.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : You know I wish I was joking about any of what I typed

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : You better be joking about the jail part!

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : It's complicated. It's fine.

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : wut?

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : Look lunch got weird and I worked it out. Just ask me later. and the GHPD was not involved.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : I'll reach out when I get back and we'll see. Love the scarf. If I can find a teeny teeny tiny Mets hoodie for her I'll grab it.

(TXT to Ignacio) Finch : Ok love. I'm gonna head out to run some errands. Love you.

(TXT to Finch) Ignacio : <3 Love you. Home tomorrow.