tried to fight the creeping sense of dread with temporal things
A stolen childhood. A stolen father. It makes you think of your own lost son, of the years you'll never, ever have. "Never seen eyes like that. 'S a pretty neat gift he gave ya- gonna drive the girls wild." As much as you know you have no right to be talking about this, fuck if you don't want to give him something, some affirmation that what little he does have of his father should be cherished and loved.
You wish you'd cherished the things Ray left, more, instead of locking them away.
"I used t'have a son, y'know." Settling another sandbag into place, you don't look up at Felix. "Woulda been a bit younger'n you- well. Technically older, I guess." You chuckle wryly, shaking your head. There's a far-off smile on your face as you straighten and look across the water. "Who knows? Maybe if things'd been different the two'a you woulda been friends."
You wish you'd cherished the things Ray left, more, instead of locking them away.
"I used t'have a son, y'know." Settling another sandbag into place, you don't look up at Felix. "Woulda been a bit younger'n you- well. Technically older, I guess." You chuckle wryly, shaking your head. There's a far-off smile on your face as you straighten and look across the water. "Who knows? Maybe if things'd been different the two'a you woulda been friends."
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