"yeah, i.... i've noticed that. i know it's a lot to deal with, but i'm here, okay?" soft sigh, gently nudging him with his elbow. "how about we go do something to get your mind off of it? have you had nutella crepes? they're the best thing humans have ever invented."
“ . . both , ” words mumbled , sitting down drawing his knees to his chest staring ahead of himself . “ . . i know butcher is sick too . ” glancing over briefly , peering away .
shooting him a look pushing his hand away ; frowning he turned away. “ i'm not in the mood right now , ” shoulders slumping . “ . . dad did nothing wrong , ” yes he did . “ i'm just stressed , ”
they said the titanic was unsinkable, and guess what still happened to it? one time i had a conversation with john f kennedy. i don't know how it happened.
"uh huh, a lot of things are annoying and i still gotta deal with them." shoulders shrugging reaching over to ruffle the boy's hair. "what's wrong? did blondie say something?"
“ . . . ” huffing ; glaring away , whispering . “ it's annoying . ” he had grown more snappier ; but was it shocking when he had been surrounded by negativity ?