"Yeah." He felt his eyes burn, just a bit, thinking back on Susan. His tiny granddaughter, all grown up and gone with the rest of his world. Jenny never got to see a Christmas.
He pushed through the hurt, though, and managed a smile. "I like that. Christmas is wishing. Wonder what she'd wish for. Probably a record or something. One of those bands she always loved."
He had a feeling he was talking like the very old man he was, but it didn't really matter. Not around Christmas.
He picked up on her tense change. Was. So many deaths. But he stayed in the present, for her sake. "It's good, that you spoil him, though. Oooh, if I could, I would. Pick up the moon for her, if I could. I was never---" He looked back at the woman and felt suddenly, strangely self-conscious. He never talked about his failures as a parent and guardian. Never. Not even with his closest friends. It was just not spoken about.
Maybe it was the season. Maybe it was because this woman was sharing, too.
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He pushed through the hurt, though, and managed a smile. "I like that. Christmas is wishing. Wonder what she'd wish for. Probably a record or something. One of those bands she always loved."
He had a feeling he was talking like the very old man he was, but it didn't really matter. Not around Christmas.
He picked up on her tense change. Was. So many deaths. But he stayed in the present, for her sake. "It's good, that you spoil him, though. Oooh, if I could, I would. Pick up the moon for her, if I could. I was never---" He looked back at the woman and felt suddenly, strangely self-conscious. He never talked about his failures as a parent and guardian. Never. Not even with his closest friends. It was just not spoken about.
Maybe it was the season. Maybe it was because this woman was sharing, too.
{{OOC: As if I would!}}