[His gaze lingers on the woman until she's out of his line of sight. There's clear distaste in his expression, strong out of both how undeserving he knows Prior to be, and how utterly familiar it is. An abrasive father and a mother that drinks rather than tends to her children seems to be a common link between boys that deviate from what's expected of them.
There's enough of them that they could form a little club, if it weren't for the fact it would feel like a group therapy session. For all the different places in the universe they come from, things are sickeningly similar.
He takes a breath, stooping to take up the teddy bear before he sits down on the other side of child Prior. He smooths his thumb over the faux fur, looking a bit longing - he wishes he could hand it over, offer some words of comfort.]
You were a little delight. Look at you, a rising star. [A beat. Well, since the kid can't hear them:] Fuck them.
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There's enough of them that they could form a little club, if it weren't for the fact it would feel like a group therapy session. For all the different places in the universe they come from, things are sickeningly similar.
He takes a breath, stooping to take up the teddy bear before he sits down on the other side of child Prior. He smooths his thumb over the faux fur, looking a bit longing - he wishes he could hand it over, offer some words of comfort.]
You were a little delight. Look at you, a rising star. [A beat. Well, since the kid can't hear them:] Fuck them.