[ he's used to being stared at, of course, but it's different when it's his dad doing it. impossibly, he colours a little beneath the attention, glance slipping sideways in embarrassment. but then he's being hugged, and his fingers curl in bill's shirt, going white-knuckled for a moment in relief.
he might be twenty years younger, but he still feels the same and smells the same, very much his dad despite.. everything.
when they part, he laughs at the rambling and then the cheerful demand, raking a hand back through his hair. ] Uhh, well, that might take some time. You want to find somewhere a little quieter to talk?
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he might be twenty years younger, but he still feels the same and smells the same, very much his dad despite.. everything.
when they part, he laughs at the rambling and then the cheerful demand, raking a hand back through his hair. ] Uhh, well, that might take some time. You want to find somewhere a little quieter to talk?