[ The question makes his lips quirk like he wants to smile and yet... he doesn't. About so much else his feelings are too fucking complicated, always a repressed swirl that he hides behind a falsely aloof demeanor so he can keep his head above water but this? Just makes him feel unavoidably sad. ]
You know... When I was younger I'd go with him a lot whenever he had something to do, just so we could talk in the car. It ended up being my favorite place.
... it's not like it was his fault. Being busy. I always knew that and I never wanted to be an asshole about it, but when I got older I kept pulling away anyway. Like a-- fuck, I dunno.
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[ The question makes his lips quirk like he wants to smile and yet... he doesn't. About so much else his feelings are too fucking complicated, always a repressed swirl that he hides behind a falsely aloof demeanor so he can keep his head above water but this? Just makes him feel unavoidably sad. ]
You know... When I was younger I'd go with him a lot whenever he had something to do, just so we could talk in the car. It ended up being my favorite place.
... it's not like it was his fault. Being busy. I always knew that and I never wanted to be an asshole about it, but when I got older I kept pulling away anyway. Like a-- fuck, I dunno.