[he's such a good kid. he can't imagine what sort of sorry excuse for a 'father' could treat a child this sweet the way he has.
Abel waits til he's done, and -- noticing where he's looking, shifts so Sora is tucked into his side with an arm around tiny shoulders, opening the book across his lap.]
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Abel waits til he's done, and -- noticing where he's looking, shifts so Sora is tucked into his side with an arm around tiny shoulders, opening the book across his lap.]
Do you want me to read you one...?