That’s not a happy story.
Owen scoffed after hearing Payton’s reaction to the recap of his story of the past few years since they’ve seen each other for the last time. He had no idea why he didn’t go ahead and lied about every little detail of his life. Maybe he would’ve gotten away with the made up happy story. But then again, it wasn’t real. And he decided to tell her about all of it. The failed attempts at becoming a professional dancer after graduating high school, having to juggle waiter jobs because he was barely able to make enough money to rent his flat with the comedy gigs nobody attended, his failed relationships, followed by his last girlfriend leaving him after the unexpected birth of their son, which explained how he ended up running into Payton on a stroller walk through one of Manchester’s parks. The fact that his life story wasn’t happy was an understatement, that’s for sure. “Oh well, is it ever truly a happy story if Owen Davis is involved?” he blurted out, his voice full of self deprecation and pity. He was glad his son wasn’t old enough to understand everything Owen said about himself in his presence. At this point, little Thor probably wasn’t yet aware his dad was such a big loser. Of course he wasn’t, he was only four months old. “No way back now, I’m afraid,” he then sighed, adjusting the blanket his son was wrapped in. “I just didn’t expect myself to quite end up here, I guess.”
