Well. Maybe a little scorn. And some fear of rejection, even after he'd proven himself. But that was on them, not him. He'd done what he had to do.
He can't promise that he won't needle the hell out of them both if either ever comes to visit, of course.
The hug is reassuring, snug and safe, and probably his only regret is that he didn't learn to do this before. It's a childish indulgence, not something he does often, and even then it'd been only when he was invited by his father. Death tempered him. In small ways. ]
You wish. I may have been indisposed for a time, but I assure you, my skills are as sharp as ever. Feel free to kick the dirt when I knock you down, however.
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Well. Maybe a little scorn. And some fear of rejection, even after he'd proven himself. But that was on them, not him. He'd done what he had to do.
He can't promise that he won't needle the hell out of them both if either ever comes to visit, of course.
The hug is reassuring, snug and safe, and probably his only regret is that he didn't learn to do this before. It's a childish indulgence, not something he does often, and even then it'd been only when he was invited by his father. Death tempered him. In small ways. ]
You wish. I may have been indisposed for a time, but I assure you, my skills are as sharp as ever. Feel free to kick the dirt when I knock you down, however.