An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
We Make These Memories for Ourselves by hippocampersÂ
“Your mum, she looks so in love,” he murmurs, awestruck.
“Well, yeah,” Todd shrugs. “I guess most new parents are. I’m sure your mom was the same.”
“I don’t have pictures of my mother.” Dirk is quiet. “She died when I was three, I believe. I don’t remember her at all.”
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Dirk likes looking at Todd's family photo album.
















