tried to fight the creeping sense of dread with temporal things
Yeah yeah yeah, you're back on the girls. Truth be told you find it enormously difficult to relate to Felix sometimes- not because he isn't delightful (he is), but because you don't know whether you should treat him like an infant or a young adult. "Aite, I'll let it rest 'til yer ready," you allow with a chuckle, running your hand through your hair. It was easy with Ray, and it's easy with the dock urchins, but with this bear cub you feel like you're learning a whole new language.
But it's one you find you like to speak.
You don't know why you've brought up your son. Maybe to make up for dragging out his father, an offering to share in the dregs of grief. "He was curious, an' kind. Loved swimmin' an' gatherin' rocks an' shells." You still have quite the collection of Ray's treasures, stashed away in your attic gathering dust.
You grab another of the sandbags, grunting at the strain upon your arm. "I'm sure you'll make plenty'a friends, kid. An, hey- ya got me." Not worth much, but you throw him a wink. A grizzled old man for a friend. How grand.
But it's one you find you like to speak.
You don't know why you've brought up your son. Maybe to make up for dragging out his father, an offering to share in the dregs of grief. "He was curious, an' kind. Loved swimmin' an' gatherin' rocks an' shells." You still have quite the collection of Ray's treasures, stashed away in your attic gathering dust.
You grab another of the sandbags, grunting at the strain upon your arm. "I'm sure you'll make plenty'a friends, kid. An, hey- ya got me." Not worth much, but you throw him a wink. A grizzled old man for a friend. How grand.
ZEPHYR
