( Quiet, he looks down to the napkin again — allows himself a brief smile before he gives a sigh. )
I mean... she is to me. I carry her with me. In my heart. I carried you, too.
( Until he had him back in his life again. He still does, just. It's different now. Since he's here. A different sort of carrying him within his heart. Then, perhaps a little more softly and almost shyly, the words to leave him are ones with a sadness to them. )
And dad.
( With the pad of his thumb, he presses at the corner of his eye — stops the tear there — and stands then, blowing out a dramatic sigh as he rolls his shoulders and swings his arms, fork dropped to the napkin. )
You really like it? ( He stares to him almost a little sheepishly. ) You know it's my first time making that, right?
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I mean... she is to me. I carry her with me. In my heart. I carried you, too.
( Until he had him back in his life again. He still does, just. It's different now. Since he's here. A different sort of carrying him within his heart. Then, perhaps a little more softly and almost shyly, the words to leave him are ones with a sadness to them. )
And dad.
( With the pad of his thumb, he presses at the corner of his eye — stops the tear there — and stands then, blowing out a dramatic sigh as he rolls his shoulders and swings his arms, fork dropped to the napkin. )
You really like it? ( He stares to him almost a little sheepishly. ) You know it's my first time making that, right?