He hesitates at that question, so familiar, but with this new sort of twist to it that is more genuine than she was allowed to be. Before. "It-- just..." A wave of his hand with a fork clutched between his fingers. "memories of the mausoleum, it's all."
He pops a bite of pancake in his mouth to give him an excuse to not need to continue beyond that one statement, stated like a brush-off, like it was nothing, like it was minor and never mattered. But it did, didn't it? It was part of a plethora of things Dad had done that had ruined him.
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He pops a bite of pancake in his mouth to give him an excuse to not need to continue beyond that one statement, stated like a brush-off, like it was nothing, like it was minor and never mattered. But it did, didn't it? It was part of a plethora of things Dad had done that had ruined him.