Title: Square one
Prompt: Prompt #2: Daddy Issues
Word Count: About 140
Disclaimer: Dexter isn't mine. I want to live, thank you very much.
A/N: In some ways, Dexter is a very good son.
Deb is trying not to cry. I'm trying to look like I'm trying not to cry.
It's a very difficult emotion to fake. Harry had me practicing it last month for hours.
"It's OK if you don't cry, son. Some men never do. But you have to look like you would, or people will realize that you don't care."
I do care. With Harry gone, there is nobody to teach me to blend in, just people who will run away in horror if I make a mistake. Nobody can ever see me except my victims.
I can't wait to meet them. Harry gave me the rules, and my first kill, but it was his kill, too. It's time for me to follow the Code on my own. It's time for me to play the game.
I throw the first handful of dirt over Harry's coffin.
I can barely hide my excitement.