Nice flex, but I don't fuck with all the vanity
Turning, slowly, as if his father might be prepared to rub his nose in the wrong questions he's asked, Ever glances up into his father's eyes. Looking suddenly terrified, because already his mind has taken the words jobs they don't like and they have to, and run with them. Ever was an accident. All the kids at school said so. And his parents didn't even love each other, and now Finn was saying he had to be here, and.. "She isn't?"
With one hand still on the spine of the book and the other nervously tangled around the hem of his shirt, Ever does his best to consider his Dad's question. "Well...because isn't marriage promising that you'll stay? Like how having a job means promising you'll do it, even on days when you're sick and don't want to?" He answers softly, blinking at blue eyes that were almost precisely the same colour as his own. "No it wouldn't do those things, but it would...I..." Looking down and trying to tell his lip that frowning was okay but that pouting was not, Ever just shrugs. "idunno." He concludes at last, sounding defeated.
With one hand still on the spine of the book and the other nervously tangled around the hem of his shirt, Ever does his best to consider his Dad's question. "Well...because isn't marriage promising that you'll stay? Like how having a job means promising you'll do it, even on days when you're sick and don't want to?" He answers softly, blinking at blue eyes that were almost precisely the same colour as his own. "No it wouldn't do those things, but it would...I..." Looking down and trying to tell his lip that frowning was okay but that pouting was not, Ever just shrugs. "idunno." He concludes at last, sounding defeated.
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