[ He pulls his hand out of reach, and it’s clear that he’s on the verge of tears. Weak, he scolds himself, clenching his teeth as he turns away. Weak, just like they all said. ]
Fathers are like that.
[ He’s trying so hard to delude himself into believing this is okay, like it’s something he can shrug off and forget about. Clearly he hasn’t forgotten about it. Clearly it still eats away at him. ]
Pyke wasn’t what I wanted. I wasn’t what he wanted. We were both disappointed.
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Fathers are like that.
[ He’s trying so hard to delude himself into believing this is okay, like it’s something he can shrug off and forget about. Clearly he hasn’t forgotten about it. Clearly it still eats away at him. ]
Pyke wasn’t what I wanted. I wasn’t what he wanted. We were both disappointed.