[ Carver sits with that for a moment, shifting so he can press a little closer to Larus. These moments always hit him hard. The quiet intimacy, the part where they don’t hurt each other even though they could. ]
I don’t know if I’m like my father, [ he says finally. ] Never knew him. And I didn’t know my mom that well but I think I’m like her.
[ Same iron determination, same viciousness. He didn’t know her but she made him. He supposes most people know their parents, but he never really did. ]
But I don’t think that’s who you are. Not with me, anyway.
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I don’t know if I’m like my father, [ he says finally. ] Never knew him. And I didn’t know my mom that well but I think I’m like her.
[ Same iron determination, same viciousness. He didn’t know her but she made him. He supposes most people know their parents, but he never really did. ]
But I don’t think that’s who you are. Not with me, anyway.