[ You'll never guess where the character with the journal username baltimores is from...
It's okay. He'd probably be way worse without any guidelines at all, even with the impending Cyrus-murder.
Amos has been comfortable with strolling along, arm loosely draped around D now — but when he brings up the portrait, it's all he can do but turn to look at him, blinking owlishly.
Never existed... He almost has to wonder if he fucked up, winning the portrait for D. Guess that explains how it ended up in the attic, then. Although the way D refuses to identify his father; they can love, like it's a question; that he'd been searching for him, and in Amos' mind, there's probably only one reason you search for someone like that: to kill them, before they can hurt anyone else.
He stays with the thought for a moment, turning back to look at the path ahead of him with a furrowed brow, his boots crunching in the snow that hasn't quite been fully cleared from the sidewalks.
D's mom, though. Amos turns back to him. ]
Was your mom okay?
[ Whatever D wanted with his dad is irrelevant; his entire world is dead, and that would include him with it. It'd include his mom too, but knowing that she had a good life — or at least something decent — before oblivion took over seems like the most important element here, actually.
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It's okay. He'd probably be way worse without any guidelines at all, even with the impending Cyrus-murder.
Amos has been comfortable with strolling along, arm loosely draped around D now — but when he brings up the portrait, it's all he can do but turn to look at him, blinking owlishly.
Never existed... He almost has to wonder if he fucked up, winning the portrait for D. Guess that explains how it ended up in the attic, then. Although the way D refuses to identify his father; they can love, like it's a question; that he'd been searching for him, and in Amos' mind, there's probably only one reason you search for someone like that: to kill them, before they can hurt anyone else.
He stays with the thought for a moment, turning back to look at the path ahead of him with a furrowed brow, his boots crunching in the snow that hasn't quite been fully cleared from the sidewalks.
D's mom, though. Amos turns back to him. ]
Was your mom okay?
[ Whatever D wanted with his dad is irrelevant; his entire world is dead, and that would include him with it. It'd include his mom too, but knowing that she had a good life — or at least something decent — before oblivion took over seems like the most important element here, actually.
Just a mama's boy hoping for the best. ]