"And the only things that mattered was his work," he says, rolling his eyes, unable to hold back his bitterness. Not that he ever has.
He's spoken out about it for as long as he could, as long as he was willing to face Reginald's anger. Even with him gone now, out of their lives physically, the haunting specter of him still hangs over their lives and likely always will.
His emotions have always run hot and wild, barely contained and hardly controlled even when he's tried. He's found channels for them throughout the years, but in facing this, facing all of the losses he's seen and are fighting not to have coming for them again, he knows he can't withhold the emotions he feels for Grace.
His smile is small but real as he steps back. "You're the one good thing about our childhoods," he says, speaking so carefully then, feeling the emotions welling up enough he knows he's going to have trouble forming the words, speaking them clearly. Fighting to keep the stutter at a minimum. It's easier these days, but not when his emotions grow so strong.
"I'll get right on the fruit," he says, glad for a focus that he has easy skills with and can handle and putting behind those images that replay in his head when he gives himself too much time to think.
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He's spoken out about it for as long as he could, as long as he was willing to face Reginald's anger. Even with him gone now, out of their lives physically, the haunting specter of him still hangs over their lives and likely always will.
His emotions have always run hot and wild, barely contained and hardly controlled even when he's tried. He's found channels for them throughout the years, but in facing this, facing all of the losses he's seen and are fighting not to have coming for them again, he knows he can't withhold the emotions he feels for Grace.
His smile is small but real as he steps back. "You're the one good thing about our childhoods," he says, speaking so carefully then, feeling the emotions welling up enough he knows he's going to have trouble forming the words, speaking them clearly. Fighting to keep the stutter at a minimum. It's easier these days, but not when his emotions grow so strong.
"I'll get right on the fruit," he says, glad for a focus that he has easy skills with and can handle and putting behind those images that replay in his head when he gives himself too much time to think.