( Smile faint on his lips, he leans himself there against the entryway of the laundry room, arms crossing some in front of his chest, quiet as he mulls over something. )
Iβve got a lot of mixed feelings about my old man.
( He says, finally, gaze distant before he goes and ducks his head some. )
Iβm sure your old man would assume I just hate our father and want nothing to do with him because, well. When we were younger after mom died and everything, yeah. I kinda did hold a grudge against him.
( Dante in his youth was sure A Time. Even more frustrating than he is now. )
But I donβt hate him. Iβm angry he wasnβt there to protect us. Some part of me always will be. But I still miss him sometimes, too. He wasβ¦ my old man. Sure he could be intimidating when heβd raise his voice, but itβs not like all my memories are bad ones. I just wish your old man would let me say as much, instead of just assume Iβm going to shit talk him like Iβm eighteen again.
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Iβve got a lot of mixed feelings about my old man.
( He says, finally, gaze distant before he goes and ducks his head some. )
Iβm sure your old man would assume I just hate our father and want nothing to do with him because, well. When we were younger after mom died and everything, yeah. I kinda did hold a grudge against him.
( Dante in his youth was sure A Time. Even more frustrating than he is now. )
But I donβt hate him. Iβm angry he wasnβt there to protect us. Some part of me always will be. But I still miss him sometimes, too. He wasβ¦ my old man. Sure he could be intimidating when heβd raise his voice, but itβs not like all my memories are bad ones. I just wish your old man would let me say as much, instead of just assume Iβm going to shit talk him like Iβm eighteen again.