Oh, hell. She really did need that hug, didn't she? He puts his scruffy chin on top of her head, figuring what she means correctly. "I'll keep that in mind, Cherryblossom. Pretty sure there's a lotta folks around here that miss this kinda thing more than they let on, so I bet you'll have lots of takers."
"It's a long story, about my old friends. But I'll consider it."
He won't. But it's more for her sake that he says that, because she's trying so hard. The idea of them just, shirking whatever he sent them out of their head? That could just do him in. Or the idea of it hurtin' 'em? That's just as bad. He doesn't wanna think of doin' nothing that could push Stakar down some emotional stairs.
He always liked him best when he was smiling, laughing, chattin' it up in that gruff voice of his. He always loved him when he was determined. He doesn't want to chisel into that memory, think that he could have done anything to hurt what he cared about most in him.
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"It's a long story, about my old friends. But I'll consider it."
He won't. But it's more for her sake that he says that, because she's trying so hard. The idea of them just, shirking whatever he sent them out of their head? That could just do him in. Or the idea of it hurtin' 'em? That's just as bad. He doesn't wanna think of doin' nothing that could push Stakar down some emotional stairs.
He always liked him best when he was smiling, laughing, chattin' it up in that gruff voice of his. He always loved him when he was determined. He doesn't want to chisel into that memory, think that he could have done anything to hurt what he cared about most in him.