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Stares.

“Yeah. Kinda. Hey kiddo.”

// oh I do. Constantly

“Course you can, kiddo.” He moves his feet off the other seat so she can sit.

There’s a slight frown as he’d move to sit up fully, leaning forward onto the table just a little. “Father? Must be serious. What’s wrong?”

There’s a small eyebrow raise. “Are you sure it’s love? After such a recent loss?”

He’s staring at her, moving his free hand up to cup her cheek. Eyes are on hers as he’s silent, just watching her for a moment. “You’re being serious?”

He got a hair cut and put on a suit.

// that blurring is immaculate

Their height difference is impressive.

He’s being talked about. He can FEEL it.

Don’t eye him.

Why doesn’t she get closer and properly eye him?

It might be. It might not. But the second she’s within arms reach he’s grabbing her arm and pulling her in close to him with a smirk.

There’s a smirk as his hand moves to her lower back, other hand settling on her waist to hold her. “Hello there to you too.”

Staring. God he loves her.

Always.

Curls up with 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 | ᴘᴀʀᴏᴅʏ.

He has flowers and a cake for 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 | ᴘᴀʀᴏᴅʏ.