[ He nudges his cheek further into By’s hand, insistent he not stop again. Thinks a moment, and provides: ]
My father grew to where he drank too much. He wasn’t violent or anything. He would just drink and sleep and let everything go—his work and his debts. And us.
[ A sliver of explanation for the freewheeling, unsupervised childhood Bastien used to attribute to being orphaned, back when he was a liar, and for the way he still squirrels away money, always looking for more. ]
You aren’t anything like that. So I don't know. I only worry a little sometimes because I don’t want you to make me outlive you. Not by very long. I’d be so bored.
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[ He nudges his cheek further into By’s hand, insistent he not stop again. Thinks a moment, and provides: ]
My father grew to where he drank too much. He wasn’t violent or anything. He would just drink and sleep and let everything go—his work and his debts. And us.
[ A sliver of explanation for the freewheeling, unsupervised childhood Bastien used to attribute to being orphaned, back when he was a liar, and for the way he still squirrels away money, always looking for more. ]
You aren’t anything like that. So I don't know. I only worry a little sometimes because I don’t want you to make me outlive you. Not by very long. I’d be so bored.