“you’re my new favourite person.”
there is a warmth in your chest at his words. he reminds you of a big teddy bear, or your dad. you miss your dad a lot. uncle douglas does a good job at the basics, giving you money to keep yourself fed and the bills paid, a roof over your head and the occasional check in. but that is not a father. you remember when you had one.
then your chest hurts. you find that your eyes sting and your bottom lip quivers. t͟h͟e͟r͟e͟ ͟ ͟ ͟i͟s͟ ͟ ͟ ͟a͟p͟p͟r͟e͟c͟i͟a͟t͟i͟o͟n͟ for the man beside you, he's a hero. like your dad. you suppose that most dad's are like that. he's jane's hero, the same way harry was yours. [ a dad is a hero, and heros always die and come back to life. but dad didn't. was he not a hero ? ] warmth turns to cold.
you are forever a girl in tears. ripped at the seams, every which way. y͟o͟u͟ ͟ ͟ ͟k͟n͟o͟w͟ ͟ ͟ ͟o͟n͟l͟y͟ ͟ ͟ ͟l͟o͟s͟s͟. so you stand there with shaking smile. ❝ thanks, hop-itan ! i feel real special. you're the only law-man i trust, so there's that ! ❞ you think that jane is lucky. you were that you were lucky.
