[ And perhaps that is the creep of crank in his voice that comes from being ill rested but- emotional whiplash, it is a thing. He is allowed to be cranky at these shenanigans.
Even if part of him is still and quiet and relieved to know Alistair yet lives. ]
You cannot tell me to go to bed. You are not my real father. [ Gripe, gripe, yawn, gripe. ]
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[ And perhaps that is the creep of crank in his voice that comes from being ill rested but- emotional whiplash, it is a thing. He is allowed to be cranky at these shenanigans.
Even if part of him is still and quiet and relieved to know Alistair yet lives. ]
You cannot tell me to go to bed. You are not my real father. [ Gripe, gripe, yawn, gripe. ]