My son, my precious short son who can never do anything wrong in his entire life.
Weaselrush moment.
The embodiment of hyperactive joy, he always acts like he's had 20 cups of coffee.
He is running laps around camp with his small ass legs.
Blissfully innocent.
Did I mention his entire family is dead?
Did I also mention he was friends with the individual who murdered them?
He's fine.
There is no trauma hiding behind those eyes, he knows nothing.
Totally.
If we ignore the moments, he sometimes gets really real and disturbing before going back to normal.
He's great.
Just a guy.
A normal guy.













