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It was at the pat of his head and the mushy talk that Silver’s cheeks would grow rosy. It was embarrassing to have his father talk to him like this, since he wasn’t exactly – comfortable with this type of thing. He hadn’t been raised on it, since he was taken away as a child. He only really ever got affection from Blue and Gold.
“I mean it!”
With a small huff, his eyebrows would knit close together in a kind of frustration, knowing that he was likely failing in his facade. He was normally skilled in wearing masks, but when it came to things like this, and people he cared about, it crumbled.
“I don’t need help.”
The hint of red on his cheeks was either a sign of Silvers happiness or the bitter cold that surrounded him. Giovanni pulled the scarf down from his shoulders, leaning over and wrapping the scarf around his neck and adjusting it so it covered his nose.
“I know you do.”
Silver was a man made of walls, and despite being his father, he knew why he could never break them down. Giovanni crouched down and pulled Silver into his embrace, rubbing his back.
“And I’m sure you don’t... But that doesn’t stop me from worrying... Its what fathers do.”
