[he keeps staring, silently--it's the most awkward thing he thinks he's ever experienced, yet he can't look away from her. There's so many emotions churning in his chest and they refuse to settle or make sense, and all he can think is--she's my daughter. She's Melody. My baby girl.
And it hurts, so much, just as much as still isn't quite computing.
--because River is older than he is, and wiser, and scary, and just--lots of things--
He finishes sitting up slowly, jaw working like he wants to speak but doesn't know what to say. Finally, after what feels like ages, he swallows and breathes:]
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And it hurts, so much, just as much as still isn't quite computing.
--because River is older than he is, and wiser, and scary, and just--lots of things--
He finishes sitting up slowly, jaw working like he wants to speak but doesn't know what to say. Finally, after what feels like ages, he swallows and breathes:]
Hello.