WiseWave620: You really need to learn the definition of ‘not pry’.
Gl!tch.OS: And you need to learn better evasion tactics.
WiseWave620: Fine.
WiseWave620: You want to know why I wouldn’t make a good dad?
WiseWave620: Because I didn’t have one.
WiseWave620: The closest person to a father-figure I’ve ever had, one of the strongest people I know, is currently going through hell as he watches the love of his life suffer and eventually die, and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it. And rather than face life without her, he’s preparing to join her when she goes. And while I understand that’s his right and choice to not live in a world without her, that decision also leaves behind his children, his grandchild, (and I know I’m not actually a member of their family) but also me too.
WiseWave620: My father?? The man who contributed half his DNA to my existence thinks because I can’t throw a football that I’ll never amount to anything. Thinks that the “measure of a man” is how many men, women, and children he’s killed in “honorable wars for his country”. Not to mention the years he kept me a virtual prisoner in my childhood home “for my own protection”.
WiseWave620: Let’s just say when it comes to fathers, I’ve never had any luck. Hated by one, abandoned by the other. So how would I know how to be a good one?
Gl!tch.OS: Jesus.
WiseWave620: Yup.
Gl!tch.OS: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry.
WiseWave620: Let’s just change the subject, okay. Want to talk about plotting to set off my sprinkler system so the Riley brothers have to work shirtless?
Gl!tch.OS: Keys…
WiseWave620: It’s fine. I’m fine. Really. Not like I’m a dad now or will be any time in the near future. Kind of requires a second party which is currently lacking in my life.
Gl!tch.OS: You’re too hard on yourself.
WiseWave620: Fairly certain you’re the first and only person in the world who has ever said that to me.
Gl!tch.OS: I’m serious!! Did you see yourself in that room with Thorne and Goose? You were in control, confident. It was a completely different side of you that I haven’t seen before. You really need to give yourself more credit.
WiseWave620: I was scared shitless that they would look at me and laugh.
Gl!tch.OS: I would have electrocuted them where they stood if they so much as sneezed wrong in your direction.
WiseWave620: I appreciate that.
Gl!tch.OS: They respected you, and not just because Tom was there. In fact, they looked to you more than Tom for direction. As did Tom.
WiseWave620: I appreciate you saying that, but I think that was just because I had more answers.
Gl!tch.OS: We’re going to work on your confidence, Keys. One of these days I’m going to get you to realize just how awesome you are.
WiseWave620: *I* know I’m awesome. I just don’t believe anyone else thinks so.
Gl!tch.OS: I do.
WiseWave620: You’re my friend. You’re biased.
Gl!tch.OS: What about your club brothers? Wouldn’t they be just as biased?
WiseWave620: They’re too much in their own lives to think about me like that.
Gl!tch.OS: Yeah… I’m buying you like a thousand mirrors on Amazon right now. You’re putting them up EVERYWHERE. Maybe then you’ll start to see what we see when we look at you.
WiseWave620: A thousand mirrors? Really?
