[ Whether he notices the sob or not, the boy's wings wrap around his father as though the delicate little things could protect him from anything meaningful. He at least doesn't seem to mind the tight hold.
His love is for his father, whatever form he chooses to take. He doesn't love just one mask, he loves all of them.
Maybe that could be seen as foolish, but he doesn't really care. So far all of them have been sweet to him.
The implication of a returned sentiment is good enough for him right now. Pavlova may not be Pure Vanilla, but in a platonic sense his love wasn't going anywhere. ]
... I know things are difficult but I... I'm glad you're my dad. I wouldn't want anyone else.
[ He doesn't say more, though, with Shadow milk so overwhelmed, but he needs to know that much. So he can stop looking so nervous, like he's doing something wrong whenever they talk. ]
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His love is for his father, whatever form he chooses to take. He doesn't love just one mask, he loves all of them.
Maybe that could be seen as foolish, but he doesn't really care. So far all of them have been sweet to him.
The implication of a returned sentiment is good enough for him right now. Pavlova may not be Pure Vanilla, but in a platonic sense his love wasn't going anywhere. ]
... I know things are difficult but I... I'm glad you're my dad. I wouldn't want anyone else.
[ He doesn't say more, though, with Shadow milk so overwhelmed, but he needs to know that much. So he can stop looking so nervous, like he's doing something wrong whenever they talk. ]