[he's still looking at her hand in his, almost curiously]
Yeah ... yeah, you are.
[and he gives her hand the tiniest of squeezes. How will they ever have anything approached a normal father-daughter relationship? Too much has been lost, and they're too out of order. He hopes, somewhat selfishly, that maybe she can understand how she could be standing right in front of him, and he could still be grieving]
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Yeah ... yeah, you are.
[and he gives her hand the tiniest of squeezes. How will they ever have anything approached a normal father-daughter relationship? Too much has been lost, and they're too out of order. He hopes, somewhat selfishly, that maybe she can understand how she could be standing right in front of him, and he could still be grieving]