Heroic

Grandma Gert watched a lot of television, but had the biggest collection of LEGOs on the planet; Sean was certain that the two things were somehow related, but paid it no real mind. She would watch for hours and he would build for hours, there were snacks and banana popsicles in the summertime. The quality of the programming seemed highly romantic in nature and a lot of the dialogue was just plain embarrassing; Sean tried not to listen, grateful that he wasn't trapped in any of those stories where he would have to ride a donkey through the desert to save a burning orphanage or whatnot. He felt oddly inferior to the people who were supposedly punching bad guys in the face and being a source of wisdom for the townsfolk. Sean was awed by the scenery, however; he flinched from the liplocks, but marveled at the deep forests, cliffs, and endless rocky beaches. "How are you doing, Sean? Need anything?" Grandma Gert asked when the commercials came on. "Super good, Grandma," he replied. "I'm just gonna step outside for a minute." Sitting on the front porch, Sean decided that he liked the postage stamp yard with its scraggly trees and the small town that really wasn't postcard worthy. It was enough. "Let me know if there's anything you need," he said to the place. "Y'know ... if I'm here, I'll try to help." Sean felt a little awkward, because he wasn't on horseback or anything flashy like that, but at least he meant it.