Several blinks before he quickly follows, hands playing with the bandages on his hands. "Oh well.....I don't want to take his food."

Pacing back and forth, fingers fidgeting with the bloody bandages on his hands as he quickly looks around. Where /is/ she-

A sharp inhale as the man quickly turns his head. "O-oh....um.....have....have you seen my daughter?

"I don't...I don't think it's unfortunate-"

"Well, I'm not dead. Ha ha....I-I think?"

"Right...right, sorry."

// Love getting on and seeing people be transphobic towards Val. She is a /women/. Her being a terrible person does /not/ mean you get to misgender her.

He's just stsring blankly ahead.

There's no response. He just....continues to stare blankly.

Several blinks as he gasps, quickly looking around. "Wha- fuck!" Cue more curses as his looking around gets more frantic, his breathing getting heavier.

Nobody tell him what today is-

"I can't- where is- /fuck/!" Hands move to run through his hair before covering his mouth as he coughs. "/Fuck/!"

No, not really. He has....trauma.

A few shaky breaths, followed by more coughing. "I...m-my my daughter."

He's not sure why he was given an egg, but he has one now. Probably shouldn't eat it, though-

.... Oh-

.... Maybe-

"What does she...look like? She...she-" a frown, brows furrowing as he thinks. What /did/ his daughter look like? How old was she? Why couldn't he recall- "She....she's....blonde?" Yeah, that sounded right. "And um....small?"

Oh...that-that /does/ sound bad. Another reason he's an awful father. "I-I'm fine.....I just...I /can't/ lose her."

"Jessica." While he sounded unsure of all the other details, her name he said with confidence. After all, he could /never/ forget that name- "Her name is Jessica."