Cool guys don't look at explosions, even if they're imaginary
Edmund still doesn't understand, not at all. But his mummy seems to have accepted the situation so he'd do his best to do the same. "Ok mummy." He finally whispers after a moment, burying his face into her arms.
When Maeve chokes on her emotions, the child's head shoots up in concern. Her words however make Edmund smile through his tears, "Well of course it's because I'm your son, mummy." The statement is made with all of the confidence of a six year old who has already figured out the secrets of life. Edmund tightens his grip, "We'll be ok mummy. I promise." He'd make sure of it.
When Maeve chokes on her emotions, the child's head shoots up in concern. Her words however make Edmund smile through his tears, "Well of course it's because I'm your son, mummy." The statement is made with all of the confidence of a six year old who has already figured out the secrets of life. Edmund tightens his grip, "We'll be ok mummy. I promise." He'd make sure of it.
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