Time really hadn’t made a difference. Ruth’s posture slumped, but not in fear, no indifference. He should have expected nothing to have magically changed about the man who called himself his father.
His eye rolled upwards, thinking. “Given I’m drunk or high… a large portion of the time, it’s a perfectly valid question for me.” Tension snapped his back into straightening though, knowing antagonising Kellam wouldn’t go well either. He just couldn’t help but wit back a retort of his own. He’d never claim it was clever, or entirely a wise choice.
It was then he realised his own father hadn’t recognised him at first. An uncertain chuckle bubbled out, “Well… I don’t think either of us had this in mind for today.” Ruth felt himself reverting, shrinking in confidence the more he stood on the house's threshold, staring at a man who’d made his childhood a living nightmare. The urge to slam the door again, bolt it and flee manifested in the nervous tapping of his foot while furious anger and a child's terror warred inside his chest.
“What. Do you want, Keeper Yoesif?”
His eye rolled upwards, thinking. “Given I’m drunk or high… a large portion of the time, it’s a perfectly valid question for me.” Tension snapped his back into straightening though, knowing antagonising Kellam wouldn’t go well either. He just couldn’t help but wit back a retort of his own. He’d never claim it was clever, or entirely a wise choice.
It was then he realised his own father hadn’t recognised him at first. An uncertain chuckle bubbled out, “Well… I don’t think either of us had this in mind for today.” Ruth felt himself reverting, shrinking in confidence the more he stood on the house's threshold, staring at a man who’d made his childhood a living nightmare. The urge to slam the door again, bolt it and flee manifested in the nervous tapping of his foot while furious anger and a child's terror warred inside his chest.
“What. Do you want, Keeper Yoesif?”
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