[Snorts. Playing with his ridiculously curly hair.]
He is not even actually my father. This family shit is fucking me up. [Trails down to gently caress the bruise budding on Gregorys cheek.]
Dreadfully sorry dear, Fathers are horrid whether they’re real or not….
[Stares up at the sky, wondering if taupe was even in the forecast for tonight. Wasn’t it turquoise? Oh well.]
He is not a bad father figure. Especially not in comparison to Antoinette, it is just he around less and less and you know I can not handle that.
[Thumbs Gregorys cheek and chuckles.] Tell her you ran into a door and we will start the abusive couple run early.
[He can really only give a sympathetic smile as he pats Christophes knee.] I know it means hardly anything but I’m always around. Abusive couple? Oh god, Im getting myself into something bad. [Wrinkles his nose with a smile.] Not that I mind, I will tell her I ran into a door, no doubt she’ll believe me.
You are sort of a clutz. [He shoots back immediately. Craning his head to look down at the boy in his lap. It does mean something -- a lot actually. Not that he's going to openly admit to it just yet.]









